The day was calmingly silent. The trees swayed along to the wind’s song. Sun rays danced on the blue lake, making the water shimmer. Birds, perched on their branches watched as the crickets conversed. If you listened hard enough you … Continue reading The Silent Beach by Avrel F.
As Camille Hyacinthe Halcyon lay in the wreck of her SUV, she thought of how perfectly her life had gone. One of two girls born into aristocracy, her upbringing had been strict, though strict didn’t necessarily mean unhappy. In fact, … Continue reading 39 Years Well Spent by HMCS
“Table for two,” the man says. She can’t hear him, but she can see his lips forming the words. The lighting inside the restaurant is soft and ambient, cocooning him in its glow. He turns and she can see the … Continue reading Honeytrap
“Life is cyclical,” his father had told him every night as the fire from the hearth warmed his ruddy cheeks, his small toy cars drawing circles around his father’s large, socked feet. He hadn’t known what cyclical meant at … Continue reading Cyclical
By: Denny T. I sense a small distinction. It has a peculiar softness or fragrance I’ve never known before. I reach for it. Little pockets of consciousness open their eyes simultaneously. They look around and see me cradling them with … Continue reading Observations
Betty P. The captivating smell of fresh paint, the satisfying snap of the paint bottle closing, the quiet chatter around me. My querencia; my art studio. I ran my fingers along my sketchbook to feel the rough texture. I spin … Continue reading My Querencia