“One of the first things I noticed was how much they loved to laugh.” Kallie had once heard someone comment that about his first impression of his coworkers who lived in the South. Kallie had noticed the same trend in her own workplaces. In fact, laughter had made every job better and brighter for her. …
“Guess how old I be?” It felt like a dare, a test, and a trap all at once. Anyone with half an ounce of sense knows never to talk about a woman’s age, even if she asks, especially if she asks. But this woman was insisting with a somewhat gap-toothed grin, bent on pulling us …
This story has been waiting for words for a while, building up pressure and momentum, weighing on my heart as I gather it in bits and pieces. The stuff of life put under pressure, I hear, is what produces diamonds. But to put it in such blunt words as carbon and pressure feels uncouth, not …
Everyone knew who she was. She was the grump—and an English professor. Most of them couldn’t recall of what specialty. But she was first and foremost the grump. At every faculty party, she reigned as the food critic who held nothing back except compliments. She was worse than the worst food critic, in fact, for …
Chapter One: The Bard Chapter Two: The Mountain Chapter Three: The Cave Chapter Four: The Prophesy Chapter Five: The Nymph Chapter Six: The Quest Homer found himself drawn to the mountainside he had walked once with the son of Troy and his flock. His guide brought him to a grassy outcrop, and Homer sent him away …
Chapter One: The Bard Chapter Two: The Mountain Chapter Three: The Cave Chapter Four: The Prophesy Chapter Five: The Nymph When Homer woke the next morning, he went in search of the young boy who lived nearby and who would often be his eyes and run his errands. “Tell me, lad, have you heard of a …
Chapter One: The Bard Chapter Two: The Mountain Chapter Three: The Cave Chapter Four: The Prophesy Homer found himself under a tree, at the mouth of a different cave and understood his prayer had been granted. He rose to his feet stiffly and called out into the cave, “Oenone, nymph of this mountain, I have a …
Chapter One: The Bard Chapter Two: The Mountain Chapter Three: The Cave “When I began, I led you to believe that this was a mere story or a fragment of truth from the mists of the past that had never reached the ears of this land. Heed me closely now, though, for I tell you earnestly …
Chapter One: The Bard Chapter Two: The Mountain The firelight flickered to life under Paris’ skilled hands. As it grew in strength, it danced shadows upon Paris’ noble features and cast a mountain of crags upon Homer’s own wrinkled face—a pair of contrasts, young past and ancient future, untested youth and wizened age. “There are …
Green trees and grass blew where sand and scrub had been, and Homer saw that he was on a mountain. In the distance, water glinted, and the sky above was rising dawn-rosy and red. There would be rain soon. The wind was becoming gustier and the sky darker in the west, juxtaposing the growing daylight …
