Category Archives: Fiction

Recognition

Posted on April 16, 2018 by

There were too many dogs in the room. The call came in from the hospital: her grandmother had passed. Her mother must have gotten the call too; she dialed her right away. She wouldn’t ask. Light moved into the room. … Continue reading →

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Newspaper Clippings

Posted on April 8, 2018 by

When he wakes up in the morning, the first thing he does is read the Chinese newspapers. He flips through the pages, finds what he is looking for, stops, and scans the page. From top to bottom, from left to … Continue reading →

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The Nuances of Flavour

Posted on April 5, 2018 by

I was staying at a bed and breakfast in Dublin, the capital of Ireland. Carrying my heavy luggage up the stairs, I was almost out of breath when the owner said mischievously, ‘Have a stout! After you drink it, you’ll … Continue reading →

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The Staircase

Posted on April 1, 2018 by

Rosa lived on a cliffside by the sea in a village of small wooden huts with roofs of woven grass. From dawn until dusk there was wind blowing in from the ocean, sometimes a steady breeze and sometimes gusts from … Continue reading →

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Dog Days

Posted on April 1, 2018 by

Once every third Sunday of summer, we felt the transitory. We, in our dog days, floppy-eared, were children, and the filaments stretched until they were not time at all, but a sip of lemonade and last night’s broccoli sandwiched between … Continue reading →

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Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart

Posted on March 31, 2018 by

First time I met the snake he was on the screened-in porch drooping off the side of my house. Half his body, black and speckled yellow, coiled around a glass jar filled with bits of seashells and cypress knees on … Continue reading →

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Character Study

Posted on March 30, 2018 by

We were promised magic. Instead we spend our summer as plushies. Those larger than life, bobble-head characters walking around the Magic Kingdom. Every intern prays to the great round-eared mouse that we will not be punished to this category. Our … Continue reading →

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