Marking Time

Marking Time

Fifteen minutes to three o’clock. I was nervous. I had flown into Vancouver early this morning. Why did I agree to meet him today? By the time I cleared the arrival gates and taxied to my hotel, I only had Continue reading Marking Time

On Devil’s Rock

On Devil’s Rock

The following is a work of fiction. She stood high atop Devil’s Rock, looking down on Lake Timiskaming, high above the surrounding expanse. From her vantage point she could scan the areas all around her, each one holding a precious Continue reading On Devil’s Rock