L.N. Alberts

  By LN Alberts Every Sunday was the same, he thought solemnly. Holding down the very last pew, half-hearing the homily. A shimmer from the doorway, stealing his attention. A glimpse of her gentle features, held him in suspension. She silently slipped into the crowd, well after the service started. Her fingers smoothed the tresses, affirming it was parted. He swallowed nervously, but could not avert his stare. Her fair skin and gilded locks glowed faintly in the sunlit glare. He planned an introduction, when services were through. He would invite her to lunch, perhaps even a drink or two. He glanced her way again and his apprehension grew. She met his gaze with lifted brow, his curiosity renewed. Grinning now, he nodded at her amused by her reaction. The congregation stood to sing, blocking his distraction. All throughout the service,  his mind whirled with wonder. As the final prayer was read, his plan fell asunder. He waded through the crowd, his determination winning o...

By LN Alberts  In memory of my Dad.   The engine hums a noisy tune beneath the rider's feet. He straightens his stance a bit, slides forward in the seat. An American flag adorns his head bandana wrapped up tight. Leather jacket, denim, boots, well attired for a blustery night. Helmet drops onto his head, a visor over his face. He revs the engine gingerly, prepared to leave this place. One last glance behind him, at the one he'd likely never miss was enough motivation to propel him into the abyss. Darkness cloaked him fully, no lights or stars this night. No guidance for his journey, but the glow of a lone headlight. Off he sailed, through the storm, without purpose or a plan. A ride alone could save him, restore this weary man. The wind tore at his jacket, roared loudly at his head. The blacktop below flew by, as he floated on the treads. His mind cleared of anger, body relieved of the fight. His soul reawakened, restored, filled with spiritual light. Nothing spoke to his hear...

My childhood self. By LN Alberts Hair dancing in the summer breeze, a solitary figure among the trees. Deep-set eyes fixed on me, her expression, fierce and keen. From the top of a sand-coated hill, she beckons softly, testing my will. A soul let fly, now wild and free, it's wisps of memory taunting me. Her lightning gaze calls me near, promising adventure without fear. I close my eyes, shield my mind, as her alluring thoughts intertwined with the desire of my heart to join her, so high upon the rampart. Once we were one, in youth, but now I fight her burning truth. Those days of unrequited energy, that unending burst of internal synergy, has long dissolved into the past my youthful soul fading so fast. Someday, she and I will rejoin again, when freedom returns, in the end.