We didn’t object to being sent to her house. Her front door had a silhouette of a woman holding balloon strings and floating. Her house was pristine, not a child’s environment. She ushered us toward a door that had a silhouette of children holding balloons and floating. “Off we go,” she said as she opened… Continue reading Balloon Children
The grass in the yard was always like a beautiful small mini meadow. Dad was meticulous in his maintenance of it keeping it cut at a height that he insisted was the “perfect” height. The colour was that rich green and aqua shade that people stopped to admire and comment on. What I loved most… Continue reading In the Yard
The brown leather looked soft beneath the fine powdery coating of dust. Knotted loose laces allowed the tongue to hang limp, a reminder of how she wore them. I pictured her lean calf muscle leading out from the high top. It was hard to image that she would go anywhere and leave these behind, but… Continue reading Magic Boots: 99 Word Flash Fiction
Santa Claus Santa’s Workshop 25 Christmas Bell Lane North Pole, Canada HOH-HOH December 1, 2017 The Marshall Boys address Re: Correspondence List Dear ___________ & ___________, I was very pleased to see your names come out of the Christmas stocking this year. I know you are probably wondering what the Christmas stocking is and… Continue reading Letters from Santa – year 1
There was that noise from under his bed again. A dull sound as if far off a foghorn was being sounded. It wasn’t just a noise though because the bed actually vibrated and rocked side-to-side and a horrible order like roasted animal mixed with rotten garbage seeped out from the sides of the bed. However,… Continue reading Owen & the Ogre
I held just one smooth brown coffee bean in my hand gently rolling it between my palms. I was aware of a faint fragrance drifting up from my palms, and I found the whole situation relaxing. I often twirled a coffee bean between my palms, but this time something about this little bean was different.… Continue reading Coffee Faerie
Darrell stood completely still and stared at his mother. He had his brown eyeballs wide and bulging forward, his checks puffed out with air and his lips puckered. His face was slightly flushed from the strain of one of his best monkey faces. To top it off his hands pulled tightly down on his earlobes.… Continue reading Monkeys on Parade
At first the scent is strong and lingering. The mouth salivates unwillingly, craving the moment when the two will become one. An infant’s desire to rush the moment, not realizing… Bitter and overpowering – scrunching up the face and swallowing fast. A desire to get the moment over with quickly. The taste rolls around, inescapable,… Continue reading Emerging Palate
Darrell’s 10th birthday party is tomorrow. All he wants is a parade. He has spent the last few weeks lining up his toy monkeys in honour of the parade he is sure he’ll get for his birthday. He has asked for only one thing, a parade of monkeys. He falls asleep wearing his monkey pajamas,… Continue reading A Parade of Monkeys for Darrell
Eluded Haunting me – your eyes, your smile burnt behind my eyelids with a whisper of you soft against my earlobe. You’ve progressed in your actions, no more hiding behind smiles. You linger in the moments, and hold me with you. Our blatant actions are leading. Passion mounts behind the games you play as you… Continue reading Something desired, but failed to attain: Poetic Trilogy
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 