Words Can Hurt
Some words fade. Others learn the shape of a person and stay.
Short Story Writer
Some words fade. Others learn the shape of a person and stay.
At noon, every bell rang except the one inside his shop.
The librarian said nobody had checked out that book since 1974.
She ordered tea. He ordered the courage he lacked at twenty-four.
Every foxglove pointed left, even when left was impossible.
The first rule was simple: forget the door after you open it.
The first storm was small enough to drink.
Everyone remembered the duel differently. The gun remembered best.
He folded courage into stars and gave them away.
The porch swing remembered them younger.