The Artist’s Dilemma

If people were like colors, Ramona Walters was a riot of blood red, thick muddled blacks, olive and streaks of snowflake. James Brooke was confused in hues of flame, deep brown, federal blues and warm green. He was a rainbow, and she was a tragedy. And together they could make a masterpiece. Ramona stared sullenly … Continue reading The Artist’s Dilemma

Syzygy

one                                                                                I pressed my face against the window, the cold glass on my skin felt nice. I looked at the patch of fog my breath created and leaned back, startled. I ran my finger along the white cloud, making a swirly pattern. A blue glow among the trees. A dark figure suddenly appeared in the … Continue reading Syzygy