She kept Allen’s ashes in a hexagonally shaped enamel box decorated with a mandala of inlaid mother-of-pearl. The workmanship was splendidly intricate and when light played upon its face the box was lustrous, each diamond piece of the pattern shining… Continue Reading
Sharon thumped down the carpeted stairs, each step weighted so that she wouldn’t appear to be sneaking up on Margaret. “No need to tiptoe,” her wife had admonished more than once, but these days Sharon couldn’t tell if Margaret were… Continue Reading
“When the river laps the chook pen, it’s too late to evacuate.” John’s words play on my mind as I peer through the driving rain and watch the river swell. I can see the roof of the chook house, but… Continue Reading
“What will you do with Jack’s… Jack?” Jenny stumbled. Helen glanced at the urn on the mantelpiece. Her blue eyes moistened. “I need to give it some serious thought.” Jenny blushed. “Of course,” she said. “I’m not putting it off.… Continue Reading
We ran. We fled as if we were both insane, as if chased or possessed by demons. And maybe we were — possessed, that is. Kathy unfolded the map too much. It spread across the dash and fluttered against the… Continue Reading