Short Fiction and Poetry

The man stood on the corner of Main and Cabot surveying his area. He was six feet tall, thin and wearing a black three-piece suit [...]

Trudy Twaddle rubbed clear the bleary kitchen window. Dead cluster flies crusted the frame...Outside, her towels hung sullenly [...]

Mikael looked out the window at the dusty town street. He was only five, and rather short, so stood on his tip toes to peer out [...]

A spindly death at sixteen is not too bad a fate. What’s there to lose but youth? What’s there to fear but death? [...]

The edge of my lot met a narrow laneway, and on the other side, in that neighbour’s yard there was a black garbage bag. It moved [...]

I have lost my voice. The only word I have ever felt beating in my heart, echoing through my mind has been taken from me [...]

The last time he spoke was last night to his wife and children and others nearby whom he thought should hear [...]

Birdie remembered the drive, the churlish surface of old gravel and pockmarked blacktop, the red and silver maples that idled by [...]

Vintage vacuum cleaner sucks the detritus of life into its wheeled, round chamber [...]

The décor is a strange mix of antique styles, from medieval to Victorian. The more I peer at the details the more uncertain the results [...