Category Archives: Short Story

A small cottage near the forest. The roof of tin. The door painted red. The walls white, inside and out. Beside the cottage, a brook. Out of the mountains it burbles, then through the forest, then out across rolling fields … Continue reading →

There is a certain story that I’d like to tell you. Once, when I was a young man, I was privileged enough to spot an angel at its work. I remember it as if it were yesterday. It was mid-morning. … Continue reading →

Sarah loved to watch the birds. She spent long afternoons in the woods, playing with birds rather than the other children in the village. Folk thought her odd but let her play. She learned the voices and the faces of … Continue reading →