Author Archives: journeysofabentmind

Sara ten Broek drove her Volkswagen bus down the dirt road at breakneck speed, leaving a rooster plume of dust hanging in the dry desert air. It was hot, very hot. The merciless sun had sapped all the moisture out … Continue reading →

The old grandfather clock in the hall chimed the half-hour. Owl looked up from his book and over his reading glasses at the hands of the clock face; it was 12:30 in the morning. They were late. He turned his … Continue reading →

The backpack suited her physically, being small and light, but it was large enough to hold a small camera and two lenses, good enough for her budding love with camera and film. It was still dark and Sara stumbled several … Continue reading →

The music rises to a crescendo, heavy with strings, salted with mellow brass and percussion, and the atmosphere in the auditorium swells to a rising, pulling the spirit upward and toward the ornate gilt ceiling, soaring until the heart is … Continue reading →

Cheri slipped her hand into her Grandfather’s as they approached the antique store on the corner of Columbus Avenue and Fifth. The sun was partially hidden, and there was a slight breeze blowing down the canyons of tall buildings. On … Continue reading →