He sat his cup of coffee on the kitchen table, and eased his own spare frame into a wooden chair. Old age had crept into his joints, making the trip from sitting to standing a longer one than he would like, and he was relieved to be sitting when it was through. The house was quiet now, the kitchen dim without the lights turned on. It had been a ( Read more... )

The ring bounced on the table in front of me, sounding like a penny dropped into a charity jar. I looked up from my paper and saw the end of marriage looking back at me, her face set in that determined look that always means that she's not sure if she's doing it right, but either way it will get done. "Do we have to throw the rings already? I haven ( Read more... )

There had been no dinner chatter as she'd eaten all alone, a night like any other in this farce they called a home. She set aside a portion, knowing he would never eat it, his appetite as always taken care of somewhere else. The kitchen, silent as she worked, seemed hollow and deserted, her movements quick and mindless in her task. Her mind ( Read more... )

Long have I loved you, and longer still, it seems, has been this unnatural night brought on by your absence.  There was once a time when all that composed the horizons of my existence was defined in some measure by you.  At the beginning of my day, as dreams of you slipped from my waking mind, thoughts of your kindness brought the knowledge that ( Read more... )

There is a mountain glade, set in the green shade of old growth, lit by shifting rays of sunlight, cool and quiet. A stream winds through the clearing, whispering softly with the voices of the fae, the water clear and cold.  On the bank of the stream, in the middle of the clearing, a small cottage of dark oak and thatch radiates warmth and welcome ( Read more... )

I have begun constructing what I call my "Wonder World of Imagination".  The next posting is a narrative from this realm.