Very recently, I had the opportunity to hike the Camino de Santiago. for those unaware, this is a centuries old pilgrimage trail, or network of trails with a common end point, Santiago de Compostela, at the Cathedral of St. James. People walk very short versions of this trail, and extremely long variants. People hike it […]
Tag: short story
Eron’s Chore
Eron shot through the rippling water. He kicked and propelled himself downward. The sun above beaming thinning tendril rays towards him through the water as he dove towards the floor. The pressure built in his ears and nostrils, the air in his lungs seeming to gain weight as he approached the blue sand. As he […]
Say, “Now.”
My friend an I once played many games of Yahtzee. We passed evenings listening to music, and played game, after game after game. It was competitive, relaxing, and fun to enjoy each others company, and to see how chance affected our rolls. During one of these games, I remarked on her multiple, unsuccessful attempts to […]
Master the Tempest
The ocean is vast. The vessel, its sails buffeted by light winds, glides upon its open waters. In time, this sailboat will surely encounter a storm. The winds will howl and shriek, and force the craft in directions the captain does not intend. The gale will be so fierce, that the captain will lower the […]
Eron’s Strife
Far below him, the village burned. Eron’s right foot clanged down on the next dusty step, and the rest of his body paused. He closed his eyes, and with mouth closed, took in a deep breath through his nose. A pungent stench of leather, salty-sweat, and blood, rippled through his nostrils, and the bouquet caused […]
Eron’s Gift
She lay in the bed an arms length from him. Even in her incomprehensible stillness, when Eron looked at her, the beats of his heart skipped when he gazed upon her beauty. Though he could barely see the rise and fall of her chest, and though her skin was a deathly shade of pale, the […]
The Waste (X)
The villagers waited out the impossibly long pause in Allamar’s speech. The sun bore down on patient brows, its insistence drawing beads of perspiration from calm onlookers. After long seconds of intense stillness, breath barely noted among the close-pressed villagers, Allamar reached towards his own chest. The crowd drew in a tiny collective breath, as […]
Eron’s Flight
The sun floated directly above the city, and the cobblestones of its streets basked in the warmth of its nurturing solar rays. Though the illumination seemed to pierce the most obscure recesses of the side roads and alleys, the temperature did not approach that of oppressive. The citizens were not seen utilizing the daily crier […]
The Waste (VIII)
Beginning around noon the next day, the entire village enjoyed exquisite food the likes of which many of the citizens had never tasted. No one could offer a plausible explanation regarding the source of a majority of the ingredients, for the elements of these recipes were not consistent with the villagers normal fare. Allamar postulated […]
Palette and Easel
I dabbed then stroked. I blotted, then flicked. I mixed, then grazed, Pressed, and then glazed. I touched, then scraped. I swabbed, then swiped. I swirled, then kissed, Tapped, then caressed. I connected, then skimmed. I swabbed, then filled in. I mixed, then applied, blended and then smiled. I finally found you, […]