"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 4

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 4

Immediately her grandparents were swamped with people waving and saying hello. Barbara was flooded with people saying their names and shaking her hand. It was all a blur... until... There he was... she spotted him over in the corner standing with some men. Mike…

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 3

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 3

This year she had picked autumn to visit her grandparents... Not too cold... not too hot... not too rainy... she hoped, fingers crossed. The sun was setting as the taxi made its way up the long driveway to the farmhouse. The corn stalks were brown and the wheat field swayed in the early evening sunset breeze. The air smelled fresh and clean. Her nose made its way to the open window of the taxi. Was she... smiling????

"The Return" by Merthyn Vintner

"The Return" by Merthyn Vintner

I've waited here for days now... or is it weeks? She wasn't a dream. She's been here before, seen me, talked to me.

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 2

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 2

Of course her sleeping compartment would have to be the last car on the train. If she had known she would have walked to that compartment outside the train where there was more room. It was surprising to her how no one had even bothered to offer to help her. Everyone was busy settling in with their own suitcases. Oh WHY had she not packed lighter??? It was too late now and she was finally in her compartment. "Now"... she wondered... "Who will be my roomie for this trip???"

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 1

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 1

It was THAT time of the year again. Time for Barbara to visit her grandparents on their farm. She hated the farm. It was dirty and smelly and she always managed to ruin at least one pair of her expensive heels SOMEWHERE on the farm.

"Mist" by Merthyn Vintner

"Mist" by Merthyn Vintner

She saw the man from a distance, grey and spectral in the thickening evening mist. She paid him little attention. He was still, silent, but not threatening the way people can be when unknown and unnamed. She wandered on slowly, her mind on other things, her eyes down, the better to see the uneven ground on which she walked. The mist enfolded her as it enfolded the figure now only perhaps a hundred paces away. Her thoughts ran over the previous evening, her meeting with... she didn't even know his name. He had been gentle, funny, softly spoken but not soft, good-looking but not stunning. And he had stopped to speak with her.

"...I can't follow..." by Phenix Rexen

"...I can't follow..." by Phenix Rexen


Now i do...
What i want to do...
Too much shadow...
I can't follow...

"Sunset" by Llola Lane

"Sunset" by Llola Lane

Little bird nestles down on a hat of straw
Happy to rest its' weary wings
it pecks the hat and lets out a caw!