Category: Write on Edge

red anise flowers

In full bloom

For the past several weeks, a close friend has been joining me on my morning jaunts. We power walk for about an hour and a half, burning up the sidewalks around my neighborhood. During those 90 minutes, we talk about our lives, our kids, and our relationships. We vent to each other about various vexations ...

bee hives

Bees’ song

The easiest route to the hives is down the old access road, but I prefer to hike in from the pine grove. The distance is the same, but wending through the towering cedar boles and shadows is cooler. Already at its zenith, the summer sun is beating down on the field. The air, thick with ...

inside cupola

The evening is looking up

"You disappoint me," she said. Folding her napkin, she laid it beside her plate, then looked around the table. "You didn't just feed me to the sharks, you chummed the waters." He watched her rise, but didn't refute to her accusation. She was right. He invited her out to dinner with his friends, knowing they ...

Sand dollar

On the right path

Agatha remained huddled beneath the rugs with Duncan, afraid to even breathe. Straining to hear whether the guard had companions, Agatha dared to lift a corner to look out into the open tent. Duncan stayed her hand, laying a finger against his lips. He scooted backward away from her, slowly uncovering his head. Looking around ...

deserted wooden pier

A new road

Activity around the castle was frantic, like a hive of demented bees. Preparations were well underway to move court to the coast. Ostensibly, it was a covert reconnoitre of the region with an end goal to annex the fertile coastline. The truth was his Mage felt moving King Ráfa away from public scrutiny would help ...

black and white river rocks

Worry stone

She left her shoes at the edge of the rushing water. It was easier to feel her way across the wet stones when she was bare-footed. The swirling cold of the rapids tickled her skin where she lifted her skirt above her knees. Slowly making her way to the far bank, Raeanne caught the glint ...

orange sunset

A tangerine sky

"She needs more paper and colored pencils." Two men stood behind a large window, observing a young woman in the adjacent room. Bent closely over a pile of white pages covered in detailed drawings, she meticulously added lines to her images. A supply of pencils was scattered haphazardly across the table. A closer look showed ...

downtown clock

Tea and dissidence

She sits across the table from me, stirring a small teaspoon of artificial sweetener in her orange pekoe. I squeeze a dollop of agave nectar into my red rooibos, letting it melt into the hot liquid. We savor the heady aroma of our brews, silent but still communicating in a way only a parent and ...