“He clasped her form in arms of steel to shield her from her fears the words she said her heart belied as he kissed away her tears she sighed,” – Nuptuals
“The luxurious Road Motel is poised for flight, rusting in a graveled lot, weeds reaching up to cover the flattened tires. The house next to it is empty. The large For Sale sign’s nailed to the porch railing. Where are the McAllens—Jane and Mike and the kids?” – Cruiser for Sale
The rider took Sarah on a journey of unimaginable wonders of literature and art, music and ballet – a world of intellect and creativity, adventures of the rider’s career ambition from art galleries to Madison Avenue, travels from Maryland to Chicago and New York, reaching the heights until the highway collapsed into the swift river below – sweeping the rider into Bellvue and insanity. Sarah and the rider had brought four more passengers along the way and now Sarah was clinging to debris in the churning water, rescuing her six precious gifts for eighteen years.” – The Hitchhiker He was his own man now, away from the church, in Kate’s seaside cottage. His freedom and his destiny lay beyond the salt covered windows. The sea was arching its body onto the beach heaving up it’s foaming waves then sucking them back into the cold, mysterious Atlantic. He prepares a table before me. Why do I fast for His name’s sake? Am I not the sea, the lowly crab, the ugly Kate, the heart of the toad, the white round breast of Joan? – Sister Kate
Author Biography Olivia Hillis Wimbrow referred to herself as a scribe with the soul of a poet. From her career in Advertising on Madison Avenue to the life of a Minister’s wife, she made the transition with her heart and pen in hand. Experiences with a theologian by her side, her first published novel, The Presence of Rachel Shaw was born. Despite medical challenges over the years, she continued on her to create My Beloved Bohemian. Following the loss of her husband, Olivia compiled a series of short stories that we are pleased to present, Stories from the Shore. Olivia vowed to continue in her role of scribe until, “the lights go out”. She kept her vow to continue to create until her final days. She now rests peacefully with her beloved husband.
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