Joey’s brave, I’m smart, and we’re leapfrogging pumpkins at midnight. Worse, a monster with a pitchfork is chasing us. We saw the bodies. He can’t let us get away. Hurdling a pumpkin patch, you need a good flashlight. My piece… Continue Reading
My neighbour Julie stands in her doorway encased in a dressing gown. It’s pink and quilted but she’s tall and makes it look glamourous, it shows a hint of calf, a nipped in waist. She kisses her husband Tom goodbye.… Continue Reading
Neighbour, Your tree grew too much. Blocks my view of the ocean. I will come tomorrow to cut the top off. Neighbour from Number 32 *** Hello Neighbour, Thank-you kindly for your note. How lovely to hear from you for… Continue Reading
I never knew the neighbors. I couldn’t see their faces, hear their voices, or say their names. But they were there. The lights in the windows would turn on every morning and turn off every night. They looked like the… Continue Reading
Orange light beamed across my eyes through a gap in the vertical blinds where my cat had yanked out one of the vinyl strips weeks or months earlier. I was coaxed awake in the otherwise dark room by the familiar… Continue Reading
The girl on the corner has made paper cranes for as long as anyone can remember. Last month, one of them came to life. Now live cranes are everywhere. Walking our crowded street, pecking at litter for scraps of value.… Continue Reading
“It’s left foot forward and two steps back.” Cecily looks at her feet. She’s six and a half — seven next Wednesday. Leo says you have to know your left from your right by the time you’re seven or you’ll… Continue Reading
Captain Montgomery Ffitch (retired) finished pouring pine needles into the bee smoker and switched off the television. He’d been disheartened to hear the lockdown was due to end. Bojo and his government cronies were itching to open the country up… Continue Reading
Leslie surreptitiously looked out her window at the new neighbor across the street. Given his age she guessed he was recently divorced. But then, given the full furnishings he was unloading, perhaps a widower downsizing. So young. A shame. She… Continue Reading
I confronted Mr Creepings on the stairs. “Have you seen my dog?” His thin lips twisted into a smile. “Did you lose your Pomeranian?” “She’s vanished,” I said. “I think she was killed…” Mr Creepings scratched dirt from under his… Continue Reading