Blaine Coleman
Bio
I enjoy a quiet retirement with my life partner and our three dogs.
It is the little joys in life that matter.
I write fiction and some nonfiction.
A student of life, the flow of the Tao leads me on this plane of existence.
Spirit is Life.
Stories (62/0)
Wisteria
I do not know why I ended up at the old farmhouse that day; I had just wanted to get out of the house for a while, so I went for a drive. I took turns at random, enjoying the fresh air, the warmth of the late April sun and before long I realized I was on the road that led past the cemetery. It looked so peaceful through the iron fence, the large old trees and green grass, a small pond in the center with white ducks and swans, but I was not ready to go back there, not yet. It was just too soon.
By Blaine Coleman2 years ago in Fiction
The Waterfall- A Short Story
June 1992 “Wow, dad, this is great!” I smiled, then walked over and sat beside Joshua on the wall that kept visitors safely away from the cliff’s edge. I was a delivery driver at the time and there was a package that had to be at a hospital in the mountains, so I took that run. It was the first real excitement Josh had shown all day; the long drive to the mountains had bored him. Unchanging panoramas of tobacco and cornfields, pastures with cows, sheep, horses in the rolling red clay hills of the Piedmont … To me it was idyllic countryside, but for Josh, nothing he did not see all the time around his grandparent’s farm.
By Blaine Coleman2 years ago in Fiction
How I Learned to Stopped Blaming Other People for Everything That Went Wrong in My Life
My parents were divorced when I was fifteen-years old. It was not an amicable divorce or anything near that. My father was mentally and emotionally abusive to my mother, me, and my siblings. He had been injured at work, more of a mental injury than physical, but refused to accept disability. He thought he could get more from filing a lawsuit against the company where he had been employed.
By Blaine Coleman2 years ago in Fiction