Category: Fiction
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Autumn’s Message
The summer had drawn to a close, much like the remnants of my previous life. I had spent the hot, humid days packing up my house in Georgia and moving across the country. It wasn’t quite like “Go west, young man”, more like “Go anywhere but here, young woman”, and so I’d gone north, to…
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Just Rewards
Some call it karma, others call it payback. I call it Just Rewards.
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Tending the Garden
Sara watched him drive away and waited until his car was out of sight before she felt the warmth of her tears on her cheek. When she met him, he had been a stranger to her and after all this time he still was. But there was something about him. They’d both been through bad…
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Frozen
She was finally winning
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Daily Commute
She saw the young man sitting across from her on the train flash a look of annoyance as someone brushed his knee with her bag. She wondered why he was annoyed when he was clearly mansplaining (that is the term, isn’t it?) with one leg in the aisle. She studied him more carefully and noticed…
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Pretending
I am someone different to everyone that knows me. Which means that nobody knows me.
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Forever
It was a windy October day, and she stood at the edge of the park, lost in her own thoughts. She was alone in the park and she watched the empty swings swing back and forth, their chains rattling in the wind. The day matched her mood – solemn, reflective, and overcast. The clouds above…
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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 time to quickly wash up and unpack my suitcase before heading out to Gastown. Ten…
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On Devil’s Rock
The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or place is unintentional. 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 part of her past. She could…
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Reflections
The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or place is unintentional. “You seem much calmer lately; much more relaxed. What’s changed?” she asked. I was a bit flippant in my response. “I’ve stopped worrying about everything. We’re all going to die someday; it’s just a question of when, so why…