fiction

For a while before we went for our holidays to the seaside there was

Despite the fact that is is a bright, warm October afternoon, all of the

As a snake perceived in the twilight may

It starts out low, a mere whisper of what's to come. I'm looking out

Once, in the bottom of the ninth inning when the bases were loaded and we were losing twelve to nine, I stepped up to the piece of picket fence that served as home plate.

Everyone in Battleford knew that Harry James and his Orchestra was just my dad and a bunch of guys who played dances Saturday nights at the Legion.

"Please! Please! Please! Dr. Poitras! Please can I be Santa Claus this year?

"...but Ivy here was pissin' his pants."

Jerry and Willa knew Bayard's knock.

All her life on that street.