Charli Mills’ December 17, 2020 Flash Fiction Challenge is to write a story in 99 words (no more, no less) that features stilettos. Who will wear them and why? And as always, she suggests we go where the prompt leads us. I have never worn or owned a pair of stilettos, shoes named after a... Continue Reading →
Be Kind * Be Calm * Be Safe
“Time 10:52pm.” Abby flipped the switch, turning off the continuous beep from the patient monitoring system. “When will this end?” mumbled the nurse pulling up the sheet. “Not today.” Wearily Abby turned to check on her next Covid patient, longing for the days when she’d be treating simple cases like broken bones again. She was... Continue Reading →
Foraged from Ashes
“Here’s something. Remember the big wildfire that was in the news last year?” asked Jim rustling his newspaper. “Yup,” said Gladys rolling the pastry dough. “Well apparently this young couple spent their winter months felling and milling lifeless tree trunks from their barren woodlot.” “What for? That charred looking grove will be filled with beautiful... Continue Reading →
The Accident
“So tell me what happened,” asked Granny knitting by the roaring fireplace. “It was surreal,” whispered Carrie, lying stretched out on the chesterfield with a heating pad around her neck. “One minute I was making a left-hand turn out of the parking lot and the next minute I felt as if I was sitting there... Continue Reading →
Christmas Joy in Window Displays and Festival of Trees
Bundled up in my pink ski jacket and fur trimmed bonnet, I stood enchanted by the brightly lit animated display of Santa’s workshop. The Simpson’s department store window in downtown Toronto had cast a magic spell over me. I remember the feeling of absolute wonder and joy as I clapped my hands. And then I... Continue Reading →
The Day I Was a Six Year Old Princess
“I’ll wear this one!” I exclaimed slipping a shiny pink ballerina gown over my head. I loved how it swished and flowed around me. “I like the blue one,” Marilyn said, stepping into another one of her Granny’s old party dresses. “I am a countess and I run a horse farm,” she proclaimed. “I am... Continue Reading →