The five kilometre hike felt tougher than it was. Pam slogged through the slightly uphill trail. Her head was still not fully clear of the anger, fear and doubt that she had felt since she had left, run away, from the city. Driving into the countryside, she had no thought about what she…
The rain bothered her. It had been raining, it seemed, ever since she had arrived, three months ago. It felt like she’d lived here forever and the rain had poured down forever. It had been raining all night and now at 8AM, it came down in a steady downpour The cottage sat on…
It was eight in the morning and the skies had opened up. I sat looking at the newspaper in my hand and the little water droplets forming and rolling down the window pane, when suddenly I realised that I had written a string of words and they were sitting there on the screen…
Fiction Lake Huron swallows up the setting sun A Poetic Start The rays of sleepy Sol, orange and pink and shades of red, shone like a blanket of tulips seen from afar, waving ever so gently, caressed by zephyrs in the gathering dusk. Pink tinged feathers of clouds striped the fading blue…
Bluetooth Devices They never sleep... Act I Scene 1 A typical Canadian house, in Erin Mills 1980s style. The HomeOwner used to be bespectacled but has since gone bionic and has eagle vision for distances of up to 100 metres, 200 metres in good light. He is greying at the top and bulging…
It was always an issue. As the world around him moved faster and faster, he found himself later and later. It wasn’t that he didn’t try. He did. He woke up earlier, ate faster, dressed quicker. When he arrived at work, though, he found he was late. Everyone, it seemed, had been hard…
He heard the wail of fire engines racing through the street. He kept walking. As he reached the top of the hill, he got a good view of the village below him. The flames competed with the smoke for ascendancy. The fire engines, two of them, came to a stop in the square.…
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was high, he didn’t pay it any mind. He had his boots on and he walked on down the hallway. He came to a door and he stepped outside. It was a stormy Monday. He knew Tuesday would be just as bad. It was…
Ecks was lonely, they said. Ecks didn’t think so. He was always busy, doing something that most people thought was doing nothing. Jay Ecks was 42 and single and this made people click their tongue and make sympathetic noises. In their book, loneliness, or being alone, was not a desirable way to be.…
<I met a fisherman on a cold autumn evening by the river side. I was preparing to leave and he was just settling in for a night of fishing. We got talking. His story was very simple. He was a taxi driver, uprooted from his native Bangladesh and transplanted thousands of miles away…