The Pea

The Pea by Tim Major

Two brothers regarded the pea on its tiny dais in its cabinet in the museum. “Is it very old?” the younger asked. “Almost one hundred years,” the elder replied. “It is impossible. Shall we now proceed to an inn? I would speak more about our plans for this business partnership you propose. And I would discuss these matters of importance whilst… Read more The Pea

The Spring

The Spring by Edward Ahern

The craggy back acre was unusable. But I would often climb the rocky slope and step into its tree-lined grotto. From the central hollow a little spring swelled out and meandered down to my back lawn, seeping into the grass. In the shaded dim, the rough-barked trees seemed to echo my thoughts back toward me,… Read more The Spring