Tag: short story

1973

I took this picture today on my walk.  How it brought back an intense memory. The fading light through the trees was soft owing to the smoke issuing from the line of lake-side cabins and adding to the vigorous smell of cooked pickerel. Sunday…

Bridge

An early fall Sunday, two men walk onto the Lions’ Gate Bridge on the west walk way from opposite sides. Will, forty-five, looks sixty, gray haired, tall, limping due to a bad back, dressed in a thin, dirty suit jacket, no tie and his…

Winter Solace

Christmas Eve. A warm, silent snow falls in the darkness of a small prairie town. A town centered with one strip mall, two barbers and three bars surrounded by houses and beyond that, farmland. At this hour, sixty-two year old Henry, single father and…

Dawn Washes Away the Stars

Brian couldn’t sleep. He arrived late Friday night at the rustic cabin an hour’s drive from the blustery city. A spur of the moment thing. It was late August and he’d been to the cabin twice since May. Guilt the likely trigger. How could…