Short Fiction: The Good Old Days

    There was a time, not so long ago, when men were men. There was a time when the elderly were respected, when milkmen were appreciated, and when children could ride their bikes down at the quarry on a Sunday afternoon without fear of perverts or peanut butter sandwiches. Those were the days.     My... Continue Reading →

Painting: Lilies

About a year ago, I was in the backyard gardening when I heard my elderly neighbour, Kim, hacking and spluttering like only a ninety-one-year-old man can. Poking my head up over the fence, I saw him there, through his open kitchen window, doubled over and gagging. I yanked the gardening gloves from my hands, put... Continue Reading →

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