A Composition of Nows

hello september picture 2It’s almost hard to believe it’s September already. Tonight we start rehearsals for the Christmas play at my church. The leaves on the birch tree beside the deck are already yellowing and tumbling down to from the branches, littering the grass below. The air this morning is cool. Soon it will be boot-and-sweater weather and time for sitting around bonfires with friends, sparks flying up toward the night stars and the smoky scent of the fire mingling with the fresh, dewy autumn air. Soon the leaves will be emblazoned with the fiery hues of Fall and the air will be brisk and bright and full of restless energy. Continue reading “A Composition of Nows”

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Hidden Treasures

Photo "Light Night" taken 9/28/10 by amanda tipton. Made available at Flickr.com under an Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic license.

Photo “Light Night” taken 9/28/10 by amanda tipton. Made available at Flickr.com under an Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic license.

 

“They’re all empty,” Dan said looking down into the chest.

Dust particles swirled in the sunrays that shone through the dusty panes of the attic windows. The place looked like a thrift store and an antique shop had gotten married and taken up residence there. Aunt Maud had insisted on bringing him up to look at her “treasures”. Dan had protested. He was sure she’d never be able to make it up the ladder. He’d stood below, telling her not to be unreasonable and expecting every moment to have to catch the thin-boned mass of blue chiffon and bobby pins. Continue reading “Hidden Treasures”

Made New

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

The photographs scattered like blackbirds frightened from their forest coverture by a hunter’s gun. The flames reached up their greedy hands and clutched at the images, drawing them down into the fire where they curled and charred around the edges, turning black, catching fire and dying upon the blazing logs. Nina watched them burn until there was nothing left except for ashes. She glanced up at the night sky, watched gray clouds pass over the moon, inhaled a deep breath of the cool night air tinged with smoke. The smoke of her past. If only the memories could burn up and die as easily as the photographs. Continue reading “Made New”

Do You Believe?

lightstock_1688_medium_novelaficionadaI raised my hands up above my head as I stared down the business end of the .45.

 

Come on. Are you kidding me? I just wanted to make a deposit!

 

The hand that held it trembled and I looked up into the kid’s eyes, the only part of his face that showed through the black ski mask he wore.

 

What I saw there wasn’t what I would have expected to see in the eyes of an armed bank robber. Continue reading “Do You Believe?”