Fiction

 

Scrambled Egg and Coffee 

In a small, redbrick house on a narrow street between John and Union, there live Anne and Robin. They have lived at 25 Severn Avenue for about thirty years. Neither could tell you exactly how … Read the whole text

 

The One Percenter

Toyko was tall, over six feet, but she was slender and athletic. Because of her pedigree and the fact that she was usually the tallest woman, or man, wherever she went, she believed much, too much, … Read the whole text

 

Sorrow’s Bargain 

Mama grabbed Petra by the arm, twisting it. I heard a crack and Petra screamed. She held her forearm and sobbed and sobbed. Petra had pulled on Mama’s apron too long, crying for food.

“Byc cicho Petra! … Read the whole text

 

The Witness Tree

The moment I credit with becoming a cynic happened on the day the city came to take down our treehouse without warning. Perhaps 13, I was alone in the house fretting over the tissue paper I … Read the whole text

 

GO Fish

He didn’t think there could be such a thing as true love. As a child, the movie Titanic taught him what it was to love, to feel something deeper than anything he’d ever felt before. That kind … Read the whole text

 

Away From Shore   

“…so, I took your hand, whispered in your ear, and felt your heartbeat race with mine.”

Holding Dee’s left hand within his, John leaned forward close to her face to brush her wayward hair from … Read the whole text

 

Muse     

Ahmed sits at his favourite table in Tim Hortons, gazing across the parking lot of the mall. Beyond the lot is a road, and beyond that another parking lot stretches into the distance. It is only … Read the whole text