Category Archives: Short Stories

The Key- Part One

Dedication and Resilience, his old friends, sits with him as he pulls out his rod and reel, one more morning of fishing for answers.

Dedication, it is with him, as he looks around his lake of creation, seeing the beauty of his life reflecting back at him.

Resilience, his trusted companion, it enables him to come back, re-born, each day, with each struggle and fight, he is here.

In his tackle box are the tools he keeps close. Bait, lures and line. Hooks, pliers and scrimpers. Knives and nets. He has everything he needs to be a master fisher. Yet, these fish still elude him, even as they circle around the bait.

Glassy waves at his feet. Alone in his thoughts and words, his rod and reel, his true friends. A lifetime of coming here, he waits for the big one, the definitive answer. It’s in this tiny, Prussian blue lake. He feels it. He knows it. Goldenrod has taken over the turquoise waters edge. A freshly painted canvas arriving each morning with a dusting of dew resting on the grassy meadow nearby.

A reflection in the lake shows his face, worn by time, commitments and duties. His escape to the lake makes it all worthwhile. His respite from the inevitable tasks he faces each day.

His grace, every morning, she is here. An angelic water being, peaking up through the reeds lining the shore. She emerges her head, just above the cusp of the horizon. Sometimes, she comes close to him, glowing eyes, knowing eyes. She is the big one he is waiting to catch. Elusive in her movements, she teases him with each approach.

He has been loyal to the lake, all these years. She was his one true love, one he could count on as time slipped through his fragile fingers. He has been loyal to her. Seeing each other from a distance, a commitment only communicated through their vibrant energies surrounding a mirror into each other’s souls.

His angel, his lake of memories, makes his duties tolerable, even understandable. His escape to her makes his life relevant. His rod and reel, his friends, Dedication and Resilience, his trusted companions. His charmed life displayed across the mirage of the liquid cradle, holding his beloved angel. His treasured angel of the cold, desperate waters.

On the cusp of autumn, a random day to him, she finally emerges, after waiting for the sun to peak over the ridge. “In your hands, you hold a key. Your answers,” she says to him. “The key to your tackle box.” He turns and looks at his trusted, worn box with baits, lures and line. At the bottom, in a hidden part of the box, is a locked compartment. The key fits perfectly. Afraid to turn it and open, he gazes into her golden eyes once more. “Now that you have what you have been searching for, I will be gone forever. This is what you have been asking for, the big one….. and now it is yours.” In exchange, you will never see me again.”

He turned his eyes from hers. Contemplating the enormity of the decision, he held the key in his weathered hands. Was it her, meeting him on the water’s edge that he had found, but not seen, all of these years? Was it the constant search for the big fish, the big answer to all of the questions of his life that he yearned for? If he turned the key and opened the secret compartment of the tackle box, and discovered what he thought he wanted, would he regret never seeing his angel again?

The light of the mid-day sun was now high over aspen-lined ridge. She emerged completely from the water. Massive Scheele’s green, moss-covered wings dragged behind her small frame. Wings eroded by time and the brutal winters under the frozen water. Sitting next to him on a boulder, they held hands for the first time since he began coming to the lake. Her presence comforted him. It always had. Maybe that was the reason he fished in that lake for so many years? To feel the comfort of his angel? She knew his deepest thoughts and emotions. Here, in Mother Nature’s cathedral, he was able to express his truth. He was encouraged to feel everything in her presence; happiness and joy, peace and serenity, pain and sorrow, grief and despondence. A lake holding his life; an angel holding his soul.

He stood, glancing over his shoulder at the miraculous being next to him. Doubt filled his mind. Does he want the answers he has been seeking for years? How much does he need this angel next to him?

“The Door”

I knocked on the door labeled Hope
As I entered, a white room engulfed me
A single red rose in a crystal vase
2200 years ahead of the beginning

The three of us sat in silence
She stared at me
Then glanced at you
Opened the book and read aloud….

“To find forever peace within your soul, you must go back in time to find your twin flame. When you do, your guide will appear with a golden shroud of light. To be free, give only of yourself and send the other one into their destiny.”

The door labeled Hope opened behind us, quietly urging us to go
We stood and embraced Her
Our eyes met and I saw a thousand years flash before me
In my presence, my twin flame stood

We obeyed her command and set forth
Upon a trail of gold dust
Among the giant trees
The tallest peak in the distance

At the edge of the cliff, we agreed to part ways
My years ahead, your years behind
Some day, we hoped to meet in the middle
“I’ll watch over you from a distance,” you whisper in my ear

The white room still holds the red rose
She waits for our return
Outside the door labeled Hope
A line of desperate souls await their fate

Love and Light,

M

The Seed

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My daughter Lauren is a becoming a dedicated writer and is part of a program at school called “Power of the Pen.”   She was accepted to move on to the final writing competition in March.   As a twelve-year-old, this is very exciting news and we are very proud of her commitment to writing.   I am not sure who inspires who, yet her ability to write has urged me to continue writing my poetry, short stories, “musings” and in general, unleash my creative persona.

“The Seed” was written over a year ago.   It was created after I received an encouraging and heartfelt letter from a dear friend, thanking me for helping him grow from a seed into a beautiful flower.  I am still tweaking, editing and generally thinking of expanding it into a children’s book.   The message is clear though; seeds, much like people, need a lot of nurturing to grow and become a beautiful flower, or perhaps, a beautiful, caring human being.   In the end, we need each other to become the best version of ourselves.

Once upon a time, there was a lonely little girl. The little girl often looked outside her window, watching the world pass her by. She felt like this world was okay without her being in it, just quietly observing, taking it all in. She played with dolls, took long walks alone and kept her thoughts inside her heart. Some days, she would visit an old oak tree to tell it about her day. The tree was always there, listening and allowing her to lean on him.

One day, there was a tapping at her door. As she opened the door, she noticed a small golden box, wrapped in a big purple bow sitting on the step. The box was glowing colors of orange, red and yellow.  Walking back into her quiet home, she sat in the window overlooking the busy street outside. The little girl opened the box only to find a small seed inside. The seed was cradled in cotton for protection. There was no note or label on the box. Just a tiny, lone seed in a glowing gold box. “How perfect,” she thought…. I have a job to do now. “I will nurture, love and cherish this seed until it becomes a beautiful living thing.”

Deciding that she would take care of the seed, she placed it in a small crystal vase of water to hydrate the seed. After a few days, she noticed a burst of life from the seed. It had started to turn a bright green. She then found a small container, placed fresh and clean soil in the container and buried the seed in the soil.

Several weeks went by but nothing had grown from the seed. The little girl continued to water, care and nourish the seed, wiling it to grow. She had never taken care of a seed before and was determined to save the seed so that it could grow and flourish. Was it a flower, a plant, a tree? What was the fate of this special seed?

One early spring morning, as the sun was reaching across the sky, the little girl noticed a tiny sprout growing from the soil! She jumped for joy and could not believe her eyes! It was growing!

Now that the tiny sprout was peeking out of the soil, she constantly watched, watered and cared for it. It was an amazing site to behold. The sad little girl now had a new focus. She wanted desperately for this small sprout to grow and prosper.

By the light of the moon, the sprout was cared for… by the light of the sun, the sprout gathered new energy. Day after day, the sprout began to grow. The little girl went about her daily life, but every day, she hoped it would continue to grow. Always constant, she watered, loved and cared for the tiny sprout.

Summer came and almost overnight, the sprout grew into a beautiful exotic flower. She could not believe her eyes. This tiny seed, given to her by some unknown entity, trusting her to care and love it, developed into the most beautiful living thing she had ever seen. The fragrance was eternal, a scent that was sweet and sugary, yet strong and confident. The petals were a gorgeous color that she had never seen before.

One hot summer day, the little girl took the exotic flower into a deep forest. Once there, she planted the flower next to an old oak tree. It needed more room to grow. She asked the tree to take care of the flower and watch over it when she was away. The oak tree said yes, that he would continue to care for the flower. Yet every day, the little girl went and visited the beautiful flower and the old oak and told them about her dreams and desires. The three became one and their lives were never the same again.