Letting a Wild Thing Grow

A year went by without Rupert mentioning anything, but that didn’t mean he stopped thinking about it. You saw the references in his every move. In his hobby, his obsession, most especially. “That’s the last of them, I think,” he’d said, laying golden roses on the kitchen table. You’d looked out the window to the … Continue reading Letting a Wild Thing Grow

To See A Sunrise

Adam locked his borrowed bicycle to the viewpoint bench and sat cross-legged on the smooth wood, facing the ocean. Another beautiful morning; they always were. The sky held a pastel promise of dawn—pale violet fading to salmon pinks, burgeoning orange on the horizon. Fluffy clouds floated over the scene, and a magpie’s sweet song chortled … Continue reading To See A Sunrise