I have a short story over on Solveig Werner’s blog for her Advent Calendar. Check it out here.
A Hot July Morning with a Cat (fragment from Native Landscapes)
She sat there for a while looking out at the courtyard below. All three buildings looked the same, worn gray with age and neglect.
(a fragment from my work-in-progress, Native Landscapes)
“I need to go home,” Milena said with such ease she surprised herself. Home, she thought, had she ever felt at home anywhere? Read more
Maria looked at her face in the mirror and wondered how long some of those fissures and grooves had been there. Time can be so cruel, she thought. She didn’t like how others looked at and spoke to her.
A House with a Pool
“This house has a lovely outdoor pool,” said the woman dressed in a cardboard brown suit as she led Alice outside.
At xanadu dusk, the males of the species whiz by on their bicycles. I wonder where they are going in such a hurry. The females ride their bicycles or roller skates slower. What is it with the male obsession with speed? Maybe it is because they die earlier than women. Maybe it is the speed that gets them there faster?
The Ultramarine Letter
Even after months of yoga, I had problems with Halasana, plow pose, which was frustrating. Having attempted it successfully a few times in a row, I was sure I’d had it figured out. Then one day, I just couldn’t do it.
Lukas looked at the stone house; it was impressive. They went in. It smelled of moss and coffee. They walked up the stairs to the room Basia and Milena were using as their bedroom. Basia quietly opened the door. Milena was still asleep on the mattress lying on the floor, a plaid blanket covered her body. Lukas walked closer and looked at her sleeping — peaceful like a small child. He had the greatest urge to hold her close. He sat down on the floor next to the mattress. Basia sat down next to him and looked at Milena.
Vacation in India
“Chris, look at these. Wouldn’t they look beautiful in the sun room? Oh, and I have to buy that tunic. That ruby color and print are amazing. No one will have that back home.”
Mira continued talking, but Chris remembered the breathing techniques they’d learned at their workshop earlier and concentrated on his breathing – filling his abdomen and chest and then slowly releasing.
The streets were already dark save for some street lights. One flickered overhead as she passed. It’s orange flickering was unnerving. She held her breath and quickened her step. Being out alone at night was the hardest. Just a few blocks and she’d be there, she reminded herself. She focused on steady breathing and moving forward as quickly as possible.