Blue

“Don’t go any further,” she shouts into the wind.  The man holds his hand against the baseball cap on his head and smiles, thrusts his other arm out into the wind as if he might make himself into a sail of some sort, lift up off the ground, fly away from her.   He motions for her…

Campfire Stories

One summer evening, after the sailboat is anchored and the campfire lit, they watch the beam from the lighthouse at the end of the pier.  Sit on the beach near the fire.  The girl and her siblings, all five of them and her mother with curled brown hair and the father too,  put marshmallows and…

Entering the Caldera

The buffaloes arrive just after the father walks to the river with his camera and the mother and boy sit and eat snacks on a bench near the car. It seems as if all of sudden the buffaloes are there, sauntering with heads swaying, between the cars and up along the sidewalk.  The mother and…