Pound of Flash

The Brooch   I remember the brooch my grandmother gave me when I was about twelve, before she died. It had been given to her by her hu...

Beggar   When I listen to him, all things are possible. His voice, so throaty-rich, so pure. I think of Jesus on the cross. Life becom...

Waiting for the Storm to Pass "What's that?"  Angle said, pointing at the man's arm. "What's what?" "...

For Whom the Ducks Call (A Hymn on Hemingway)     Pullman let his eyes wander upward to the blue afternoon sky. His gaze caught t...

Silence in the Woods Brother Joseph sat quietly on a fallen log listening to the sound of the brook. He raised his bamboo flute to his...

A Wedding Gift to Remember         Wind gusted off the ocean, sandpapering the weathered sides of the beach house and rattling the wood s...

Candy Candy is sweet.  Lovingly he stripped the wrapper from the candy and let it waft to the floor.  The candy lay lightly in his hand. ...