Why the Donkey Never Runs (Part 10)

Mr McGinley stooped down and tried to catch Henry, but the piglet was too fast. He darted in and out between the donkey's legs, back and forward and around in circles, squealing the whole time. It was only when he tripped and fell that Mr McGinley pounced and caught him, gathering him up in his... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 148)

In the fading light a girl made her way up the hill toward the mansion, her soft shoes tapping delicately on the footpath. She stopped a few feet back from the mansion’s short stone fence, adjusted her glasses and squinted up at the notorious manor. She sighed. Soon, two boys approached, laughing and shoving one... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 138)

“That’s Keith’s,” gasped Gary. He took the gun from Victor’s palm and looked at him in astonishment. “This is Keith’s water pistol.” A huge smile stretched across his face. “Ha! Keith left his water pistol here! Ha-ha! I bet he was looking for it.” “Who’s Keith?” “He was my friend,” said Gary, removing the tiny... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 137)

Victor stood in front of the mirror and straightened his shirt as best he could. There was some clattering from down the hall, and the rustle of comic books being tossed aside, and then a cry of, “Found ’em!” Footsteps clapped the floorboards in the hall, and then Gary was back in the bathroom, Victor’s... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 136)

“You don’t have to go in that last room,” said Gary. He smiled. “You could stay here. With two of us it wouldn’t be so bad. We could play football every day.” Victor nodded and returned a half-hearted smile. His brow knitted as he looked at the flower in Gary’s hand. “That’s a daisy, isn’t... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 104)

"I thought this was your home,” said Victor. Gary looked at Victor with a splash of anger in his eyes. He wiped his nose on the back of his hand, then wiped the back of his hand on his pants. “This isn’t my home,” he said. “I once lived here, but...” His look softened and... Continue Reading →

A Slow March (The Final Part)

The sky is blue today. Leafy trees, just taller than myself, line the path. Eight months of the year they are bare, arching over like claws. Now they are lush and green. One month a year they flower. Now they are in full bloom. Wide, open stars of deep red. Around me, men are either... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 103)

As Victor stared in wonder at the grey-haired gentlemen before him (who had appeared to him the previous night as a child), a smile stretched out across his face. He leaned back in his chair. "What the... I mean... look at you. What happened?" Gary shrugged. "I just thought I'd make myself older." "Wait. You... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 100)

A peaceful minute or two passed; Victor stood leaning against the kitchen bench, while Gary looked around the room with his newly-healed eyes, smiling. After testing out his restored vision, he turned to Victor, whose look was full of thought. Gary lowered his eyes. "You're probably wondering what's going on—all the weird stuff in this... Continue Reading →

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