Five Senses

Sound: The misshapen amber ooze inside the stained tissue paper crackles to the counter top in a spray of needles and dried gum. It’s as if the clock has struck three and it’s July 1998 again. The crusty shoulders of Canmore’s hulking Three Sisters mountains are...
Rejected but Not Dejected

Rejected but Not Dejected

I am PUMPED! About a month ago, I submitted the first 30 pages of my novel to ‘Gateway to the Best’, a contest sponsored by the Missouri Romance Writers of America. Of course, as soon as I hit ‘send’, I started editing the sample, wishing that...
The Umbrella

The Umbrella

The mist on the High Street was almost like rain and it was starting to get dark. Mum would be mad worried that we weren’t home already. Who would she send to fetch us this time? The police lady gave us back our bookbags and told us to sit on the cement where the...
The Shortcut

The Shortcut

Without thinking, I turned down the stub of a street lined with crayola bungalows and Portuguese pocket gardens to avoid a clot of weekend traffic. There were few driveways, so cars were parked bumper to bumper tight to the curb under a canopy of thickly-green trees....