G. Douglas Kerr
I am a hermit and sometimes come out of my shell.
The Colors of Odds and Ends
Of course Carl was out the door first. The summer shower passed in the night but left the dew heavy on the grass. The morning sun sparkled with the possibilities of the day to the point of blinding Carl as he walked to the train station. The conversation he shared last night with Charlie and Rudy was short and the more he remembered it, the fact kept playing in his head that he was so tired at the end of the day, he couldn’t put his head around what the two of them needed. Instead he talked of his wants for them.
The Colors of Odds and Ends
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The dimples deepened as the sky turned slowly with the stars, their light falling soft as padded feet. Their dancing, just a breeze on top the trees waiting for the siblings to tire, end each summer night, and go to bed. Both were up past their bedtimes. Though for this summer, no curfew had been placed on them and nothing pressed to get them up in the morning.
The Marble Fall
When the royal city fell it took a side of the mountain with it. Snow, rock and once set stone tumbled themselves in front of the avalanche and re-dusting snow. The sun caught snowflakes scattering in the air, shining briefly as confettied glitter at the Prince’s birth or the Queen’s army returning from a victory in parade. Though for us this was no celebration. The city was our place to trade our harvest and buy supplies we needed to see us through the winter. We rode from our farm late this year, as the blight brought from the invading Brybgentos took portions of the crops in disease. The Queen would not accept a lesser tally than required and Uncle Awron was never short. Flurries already patched the ground as we left, but the snowline always stood higher up the mountainside. Now the place fell as a slab of marble twisting as a broken bird, like the ones Uncle Awron shot on the edge of our wood. With that we knew the Queen was dead.
- Top Story - January 2024
The TitheTop Story - January 2024
The Tithe The church has asked for your ten percent. There are the year end accounts to reconcile and requests on what to give in upcoming events, chances to volunteer to help the cause. The pessimist in me recounts the times in which I said I would give, even if only to myself, and came up short or lacking, missing a deadline or wanting another edit to the timeline so I could make room for the unrequited time. My ledger of lost opportunity looms above me like a ghost visiting my bedroom on Christmas Eve.
The Kiss Collector
The Kiss Collector Anna took the photography course as an elective at school, learning how to position the camera, hold it level - which honestly is harder than you think - and of course the development. The developer, the acidic stop bath, and fixer were what she mumbled at me after a few weeks into our sophomore year. I was not so obsessed with capturing an image, preferring to keep them in memory as my own. But the idea of flashing a light at a page and it leaving its mark only to be brought and flushed out later was such a fascinating idea to me. Who cares what the image contained. Look at what remained of the light long after it left.
- Runner-Up in the Short and Sweet Challenge