Autumn came to town! 🧡
Saturday, October 9, 2021
Tuesday, October 5, 2021
Saturday, October 2, 2021
Watching
you in morning
fading..
light ripples
into sound
beyond
you have never
made me wonder
about
your heart
your ocean of
madness
the sound
is iridescent
(c) Jan Darrow / Photo:Pixabay
September
September came and left so quickly. But this apple tree is still etched in my heart!
Perfection..
The Wind
I’m sorry I’ve been away!
Autumn has arrived and the trees are are changing color. I hope you are staying healthy and are enjoying the season.
I’ve had a chance to watch a few films, and if you like silent movies you just might like The Wind (1928) with Lillian Gish, Lars Hanson, and Montagu Love.
Yes, I would recommend!
Saturday, August 28, 2021
On Saunder’s Hill
On Saunder’s Hill
The new people make their presence known. Ticking clocks. Television news. Chicken tacos on the kitchen stove.
The townspeople take notice, too.
Today, Fanny is in the orchard picking apples. Her husband, Mr. Dufray is reading a book under the shade of a tree. He wonders how long these people will stay. How much he will have to endure.
The three story Second Empire house sits on Saunder’s Hill. Mr. and Mrs. Clark have done their research. Cupola, classical pediments, paired columns. They like the preservation.
Fanny stands in the kitchen now bringing a pot of water to boil on the wood stove. Mr. Dufray slides past her running a rough hand across her back. He slapped her in the orchard for flirting with a boy at church. Someone her own age. Fanny reaches into the sink. A glass shatters and a small sliver of glass has gutted her finger. The sink is full of blood.
Mrs. Clark is a chef at the Hotel Madison, Mr. Clark an architect. Oh, there are improvements. A half wall here, a new chandelier there. But they keep the integrity. They have so much respect for the man who designed the house - jewel of the county.
One afternoon Mr.Clark stands outside. Some of the trees are incredibly old. He sees a white skirt flutter under an apple tree. A man in wire glasses looks up. The sound of a slap makes Mr. Clark bite his lip and all at once, the light is too light. Back inside he puts on some lonely song from the 60s and it echos through the long hall and up the stairs.
To read the entire story please click here:
From “ The Blue Hour: flash fiction” available on Amazon
“On Saunder’s Hill” was first published by “Black Works” published by Underwood Press
Friday, August 20, 2021
The Ghosts
The ghosts had gathered in an empty hall near the river then drifted like clouds above the trees. They sang summer songs. And when the earth started to tilt, they knew autumn had arrived.
It was time for a story. A scary story.
Sunday, August 15, 2021
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