Parva Gradus

Stories

  • Nightwatchman

    Tightening the straps until they hurt, Vasco Voll stands upright to glide into a confident stride out of the weeping alley and into the flickering light of the street. His black jacket grows unevenly damp in the night’s rain as he picks up his stride, deciding his movements according to a map on his phone.… Read more

  • Rain Will Fall

    The bus decelerates on the smooth curve with a comforting gentleness. The thrum of tires rolling over the wet asphalt is a welcome lullaby to those on board. With a slight lurch, the bus rolls to a stop. A handful of passengers stir. They’re calm as they stretch and begin to dismount gingerly, careful not… Read more

  • The Storm

    Lara stirred under the covers, her heavy eyes struggling to pry themselves open as her mind struggled to make sense of itself. Her ears were subjected to the howling of the rushing air outside. It clawed its way through the cracks of the farmhouse boards with ease, producing an uneasy whistling that she had grown… Read more

  • Supermarket

    My favorite grocery store as a boy was called Gregory’s Great Sales Supermarket. It was a petite, local store that always carried root beer hard-candy, and it smelled strongly of aging lumber. The building was one of the oldest in our small countryside town. A fresh coat of paint was lathered on almost every year… Read more

  • Forest 3-A Revisited

    The time had come for the evening stroll. Spring walks through his private wood were the most heavenly experience he believed could occur while on the broken world. The soothing smell of blossoming flowers, of lush new leaves, clean air being ushered in by the joyous season always enveloped him on morning and evening… Read more