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Category Archives: Fiction
Cathy and the Y Boys
I haven’t seen this photo for…God, it must be forty-eight years. It’s black and white, and that’s me standing off to the left, young and gangly and gormless. My hair was sandy-coloured in those days and fell across my face, … Continue reading
Silver Bangles
From tipping the restaurant waiter to scouting out the habitats of his country’s most exotic plants, the delightful Alphonse seemed content to carry all our obligations on his scraggy shoulders. At the end of an internal flight, we didn’t even … Continue reading
Cops and Robbers
When I was little, we used to play cops and robbers. We’d pick an object – a hat in the winter or a stick in the summer – and the robbers would try to steal it from the cops. The … Continue reading
Walking Back
For some reason, when he asked me to walk on his back, my first thought was that he’d be able to see up my skirt. Of course, this was impossible – his eyes would be facing the ground. But upon … Continue reading
When the Cicadas Stopped
That summer, time was as thick as the air. Minutes stuck to our skin, slowly melting off with our sweat. A crescent moon hung in the clear blue sky, taunting us with the promise of a nighttime breeze. It was … Continue reading
Thirst
Odette wakes up parched. She’d been waiting for Saul to bring her iced tea, plenty of lemon, light on the sugar but it hadn’t arrived and finally it’s the grey kitten that rouses her, scrambling up the counterpane, landing with … Continue reading
How Things End
‘It’s a death. There’s no other way to describe it.’ Jen is talking about her divorce again. It went through three years ago, but she still relives it if ever something triggers the memory. We are having a coffee break … Continue reading
