6 “Who is this young cadfly? Shoo! You are shutting out the light!!” As soon as he entered the threshold of the small and cramped gallery space, an old woman seated near the entry started yelling at him. “Out, I say! Out!” She was the oldest woman Zerian had ever seen, and he gave pause …
5 Zerian slipped out the back alley and into the throngs of mercantile shoppers and shopkeeps, many of whom were milling about during midday meals. He was nervous, but it didn’t deter him. It needed to be done, no matter what his mother had warned him. Stay away from the Body Readers. They will not …
“I’ve been here before,” she whispered under her breath. She stepped through the rocks and moss and cushiony undergrowth carefully. The trees were gallant and tall. Birds chirped from far away and sunlight glittered through canopy cracks, trickling down to reach the dead leaves and rotting trees below. Familiar and foreign, the landscape seemed to …
3 “There was a story I heard one time,” Bess began, “about a grey-haloed woman who should’ve but shan’t.” Bess’s favorite story. Again. Bess had some favorite sayings and creative stories, but none as strange and nonsensical as the story of the ‘Doorway Witch.’ She recounted it a lot, and always took the performance very seriously. …
2 Zerian grumbled. The hot sunlight was creaking its way into his eyelids, and he couldn’t fight it anymore. He felt so sore and exhausted. He wasn’t sleeping well lately. He rolled out of his lumpy bed and onto the rug to stretch. He glanced around at his little apartment above the shop. He stood and …
February 16th, 2016 The alarm rings, and I slowly convince myself to get out of bed. It’s later than expected, so I hurry out of the house, skipping breakfast. Daughter and husband are still asleep. I rush up the sidewalk as fast as I can towards the bus stop. I see the top of the …
1 He strung through the vines. Lost in time and thought. Not really connected to the moment anymore. One step on top of the other, but not in reality. He was beyond. A heartache with grief for the life he might have known, for the brother and world that might have opened up to him …
A girl stooped down to tie her shoe. She was thinking about God. Not THAT God. NEVER that God. The other one. The loving one. She knew He was there. Or He/She. Or it. Whatever the ‘Source’ wanted to be called. There – in that spot that is unknowable, but relatable – He resides. She …
Beleaguered, he set sail. Flowing down the waterfall of existence. Not sure of what lie ahead but breathtaking scenery, life unfolding in front of him as a petaled flower. The spider weaves and teases his destiny. As its prey is caught in a silky veil, so are we. Stuck in holes and crevasses tight and unyielding. …
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