George’s Gold Nugget
Tommy sniffs me at the door, the scruffy dog more polite than enthusiastic. One of his jobs is door monitor. He races back to the man lying in bed in an adjacent room.
Fiction
Paying Homage
The morning dew soaked through the pants on Hans’ suit. He was on his knees, both hands clasped in front of him, as if paying homage to a shrine.
Mixing Bowls
Out of breath after climbing three flights of stairs to her new apartment, she muscled her way in the door and set down her heavy shopping bags. The apartment was completely empty aside from a few stacks of boxes against the living room wall.
Smarkles
My niece was a glitter girl, perpetually covered in multi-coloured gems from glue guns and magic markers.
Immigrant
A homeless Deer takes shelter at the ramshackle tent near the bottom of the field. I think she is homeless, or at least tribeless.
The Woman in the Wooden Box
“Like breadcrumbs, the trail of now ubiquitous security camera footage, led the authorities back to The Castle.”
The Starfish
“Did you know that if a starfish loses one if it’s legs, it can just grow a new one? It’s called regeneration.”
The Bar Mitzvah Boy
“Seemingly frozen, Jerry now stood up ramrod straight on the bimah, wondering why some of his ideas had abandoned him.”
Contingency Daughter
“An impatient horn outside sends me running from the room, down the stairs, and into the star-filled night.”