Fiction – Year VII – Number 52 – December 2021

Polly Andrews is dressed up in her Sunday best, finding herself in a luxurious home ready for a get together, unaware of how she got there. However, this did not look like a joyous...

Aaron followed her partway across the city of Toronto, even though he was concentrating deeply, finally focussing on the sketches and drawings for his revolutionary Canadian winter parka. He could not believe his own...

Emily’s fantasy cliché of meeting cute was bruised, but not broken. Her romantic yearnings were part of her DNA, implanted by a healthy (some might say unhealthy diet) of Disney films and The Princess...

Jack was in his early fifties but looked neither young nor old.  His hair was white and he had a light stubble, was overweight and smoked unfiltered cigarettes. His face alternated between boyish to...

I had not much for work, and I moved back into my mother’s house. She asked me to go to my uncle’s place to shovel snow for him because he’d had a hip replacement...

I still remember that Monday I stole Janelle's new running shoes. Back in high school, I’d seen her go into her gym locker more times than I could count I knew her combination better than...

Me and my wife live in a nice cabin in the wild. Not quite in the middle of nowhere, but our nearest neighbors are in a town a couple of miles away. The wife...

Spearmint SonChewed outI’ve spent months trying every flavor of gum, in hopes of getting rid of your love that remains inmy mouth. I am finally down to my last flavor, and I hope the...

BLINK AND YOU MAY FORGET IT             For the eighth time in the last hour, Clarisse checked her wrist device to see if she was headed to the right place. At this point, there were...

The Confinement of Choice “Authorized personnel!” Our Afghan guide pushed through the crowds. “Make way! Authorized personnel!” “Vvvv-vvv…” The plane was hardly audible, and so, so far away… “Authorized persons! Please make way!” The crowd grew thicker,...