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
Who needs _________________________ when you have kids and/or dogs? Who needs an alarm clock when you can wake up to the sound of the dog throwing up?! Who needs an air freshener when you have the natural scent of “oh-de-toilet” thanks to your children who like to leave their poop fermenting in the toilet? “Who… Continue reading A Who Needs Post
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
The polyvinyl chloride branches on the tree had been molded into shape. The multi-coloured lights blinked brightly casting shadows of red, green, blue and yellow on the sparkling silver garland. The boys had done a great job hanging the Disney ornaments, cherry flavoured candy canes, homemade beaded candy canes, and salt dough ornaments on the… Continue reading Ornamental Snacks
Round cookie tins, particularly red and green ones, hold the promise of the treat I seek. If I can just confirm one of these tins on the counter holds those rich brown chocolate balls then I can be sure there is a stash in the basement freezer. The sound of the tin giving way as… Continue reading Amaretto Thief
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
Parenting is a craft. Similarly, baking with my boys has become something of a craft as well because no baked good leaves the kitchen without first becoming a work of art. Of course the boys love the measuring, pouring, and mixing involved in creating a tasty treat but the best part (taste testing and beater… Continue reading Baking a Child
Autumn sat alone on her dock. Her back was turned firmly against the drinking going on behind her. She sat statue like without a voice, and she dulled her hearing so that the sounds of them simply rolled toward her but broke against her back like a wave hitting a rock. If she didn’t move… Continue reading Bounce
I woke that morning to a brilliant sunshine, and it was much like the mornings I remember waking in her house as a child. However, this morning wasn’t like those remembered mornings and I had no desire to get up and face the day. On the other hand, the honour to preserve memory and to… Continue reading Letting Go
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
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 