Short Stories

The snow caught him by surprise; no gloves, no scarf, no boots. He had stuffed a stocking cap in his jacket. Turning up his collar he trudged home. One mile into the walk, the snow was three inches high and falling like a son-of-a-bitch. He took off his hat and shook it. No use looking like a cupcake.

He introduced himself to Robert as Jason Sweetwater, a man who wanted for nothing. He had the sun, enough water, the sweet air, and good loving at home whenever he wanted it. He liked Robert's laugh. He couldn't find a thing to dislike.

Rohn has three separate articles within The Windows of St. Andrew's. To read the description and history of the window, please choose the image of the window below.

The Brahms Window is the third from the front on the south side of the church. The dominant color of red is balanced by rich blues and yellows. The central figure of Johannes Brahms [1833-1897] is flanked by smaller figures garbed in red representing "Concord" on the left and "Unison" on the right.

The fourth window from the chancel end on the south side of the nave has Johann Sebastian Bach [1685-1750] as its central figure. Like its neighbor to the left, it celebrates the place of music in worship. In neo-Gothic style, it is marked by strong reds balanced with blues and yellows.

In the Camelot fifties, Catholic virgins slept with their hands above the covers. Grown ignorant in the Sixties, romantic women tripped over each other to get to Robert. His friends paid his rent for the rare book shop. They took him to dinner, bought the wine for the store guests and even took his clothes to the cleaners.

A low rumble invaded Meta's dream. Leaning her ear against the safe wall of her father's chest, she could feel the vibrations through his sweater. The dream fireplace cast orange flickering lights in the nightmare room. Her face felt the fire's dry heat.

Annie recited her daily tirade as she passed the Viet Nam vet, Hail, Harry, full of lice, the ghouls be with you. Humbled art thou amongst men and cussed is the shame of our nation.

The striking east window is the first window noticed as a visitor enters the nave from the rear of the church. On sunny mornings it glows with rich colors.