Ephemeral
“Was it beautiful?” it asked.
Maria nodded.
“And terrible,” she said.
“Ah,” it tilted its head back against the tree, “I would have loved to have seen it.”
“It is far too late for that now,” Maria said
Portfolio - Short Stories
Lights in her Eyes
The lights shine as the stretcher is wheeled away. She aches.
Rabbit’s Foot
The woods are soft with morning fog. Something lurks beyond view. Clutch a rabbit’s foot for luck.