Category: ‘short story’

serialized. five of seven.

July 29, 2011 Posted by the writer

Clara is under the water again. Just beneath the surface.

Wrapping herself in the liquid salt embrace a few steps offshore, she opens her eyes to a blurry burn. It soothes her. It soothes because she can make sense of losing focus.

The last time she saw Samuel, her vision hazed in a similar way for a far different reason.

“I thought it would be best if you found out this way.”

Clara remains enfolded in ocean. Her cotton dress extends in twists and twirls beyond the elegant shape of her drifting body.

Is this what it feels like?

Turning toward the faint light of dusk, her thin frame floats above lapping waves. Half exposed.

She reacts to the grayness of the clouds and subtle caress of liquid ripples with sprawled fingers and a delicate smile. Clara’s smile has always been her most fragile feature.

He should have understood that.

Her amber gold locks shape a sail that is perfectly tuned into the motion of marine swells keeping her afloat. The only sound in her mind is stillness. The calm drift of her perpetually craved freedom.

Clara’s mother is concerned. The icicle shade of her knuckles gripping the steering wheel is the same as her cheek’s ghost tone when she first heard the news.

“Clara would never do that…”

Along the road she is driving are rocky faced cliffs leading into the ocean. Her windows are rolled down in effort to lower the boiling temperature of unmentioned history burning her veins.

photo: Under your sea by Jessica Tremp

motion

June 24, 2011 Posted by the writer

We left while the raven sky remained deep with concluding dreams across the city. Stirring slumbers fought eyes reminding spirits to open to another day, while desires kept them comforted in the celestial oath of how things could be. (more…)

relative integrative

March 24, 2011 Posted by the writer

We moved so fluid within foggy copper pools of street lamps, it was like we were part of the glow. (more…)

a tale of tarot

January 17, 2011 Posted by the writer

The serialized story posted in its entirety…

a tale of tarot (serialized piece constructed around the major arcana)

I want you to know everything. From the beginning. I want to tell you how I dangled my toes over a cliff; once off a cracked building ledge; twice on the edge of a half tipped chair. (more…)

judgement. 21 of 22.

January 13, 2011 Posted by the writer

judgement

Free will is the most powerful tool we are born with. Everyone has it. Most people are just too afraid to use it.

Most people don’t know what to do with it.

You watched me across the room for two hours before approaching. There was a sadness in your eyes about having to make this choice again. The same choice we face every time.

This time I wanted it to be different. So did you.

By the time you walked away from your group of companions gin controlled their attention much more than your presence. As you walked toward me, you thought about all the times I’ve waited for you.

You trust me. Even though we’ve killed one another time and time again. Last time you pulled the trigger for both of us. The time before I provided the poison. (more…)

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