To an ancient person, light is a life-sustaining gift from a distant bright god. To a modern person, light is electromagnetic radiation that can be detected by the eye’s retina. To an artist, light might be some of both . . . and much more.
When I write, I’m never certain what precise thing light represents. In many stories it seems to symbolize a life-sustaining hope, or a radiation of the spirit detected by the heart. It might signal a burning love, living with eyes wide open, or intangible rays from beyond that define life’s shape. A glimpse of ultimate truth. A bright gift that is magical, momentary, precious.
I don’t know. What is light to you?
Following are seven short works of fiction where light is an integral part of the story:
Light at the Edges
One Lone Candle
One Strange, Shimmering Dream
How to Paint Angels
A Dance in the Lightning
Walking on Light
I’ve completed another short story. The Star Maker is about the torn pages of one’s life. Folded together. Made into something perfect.
From our own complex stories we create our own stars.
Read the small, surprising story by clicking here.
This morning I posted a new story on my website Short Stories by Richard.
Every Butterfly is New is a bit like these small walks we go on.
It’s about discovering small and large things.
It’s about looking at ourselves.
Read it here.
If you’ve ever had a bad day, and thought it will never stop raining, there’s a new short story you might enjoy reading. It concerns sadness. It contains a tiny bit of wisdom.
It’s titled A Child’s Lesson.
The words of this story are few and simple. The end is a surprise.
Read it here.
I was startled this morning during my walk through the Gaslamp Quarter.
Something peculiar was moving directly toward me along the sidewalk. For a split second I thought it was a person.
Then I did a double take.
A bundle of heart-shaped balloons was heading my way!
The cluster of balloons moved slowly down the sidewalk, propelled by a gentle breeze. Occasionally they’d float upward a foot or two, then quietly float back to Earth.
The travelling hearts came to a street corner. They seemed to hesitate. They turned decisively and began steadily down another sidewalk!
After venturing into a patio space in front of one building, they lifted with apparent delight and settled down. They leaned against the rail.
Perhaps they wanted to watch people–other travelling hearts–go by.
I live in downtown San Diego and love to walk around with my camera! You can follow Cool San Diego Sights via Facebook or Twitter!
To read a few honest-to-goodness short stories that I’ve written, click Short Stories by Richard.
I finished writing another short story. This one is titled Light at the Edges.
I don’t know how to paint, but I do like to watch artists animate their canvases with small dabs of color. I also observe people, and the effect of light upon the human heart.
How does one paint light?
I hope this little story, about living in the big city, and human generosity, makes you smile.
Read it here.
Last year I published an original short story called An Encounter With Santa Claus. This isn’t the jolly Santa Claus we usually see.
The story has a touching ending.
If you are curious and would like to read a short work of fiction that concerns human compassion, click here.