When I got home I sat on my roof with a cold beer, my steel gazebo light on. I looked at the man that lives behind the ½ x ½ window, cooking again, still...
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The house across the street is tall and gray with a peeling yellow door. The yard is made up of dandelions and wildflowers and vines that crawl up the sides of the house and...
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The air was sweet with the scent of rain. A black Toyota drove slowly up to the space where a gate should have been. The driver was a husky-looking man; there was a woman...
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Today is J’s first day of lockdown and my 8th at home. I’m going to let him rush from pillar to post ‘fixing’ stuff like his study’s AC, which is inclined to leaking. He...
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There was a seagull on the beach last week, squawking over a long, white carcass. I first noticed it from my porch. The wind off the whitecaps sprayed the salty, heady scent of freshly...
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The way he sits, you would think there are needles under his seat. His left leg is under him, as if to lessen the discomfort, but his face tells a different story. His forehead...
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Sit long enough and you’ll see the patterns. Like the old man walking from the shore through the mud carrying a large container filled with water. He places it in a small wooden boat,...
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Everyone has a gift. There’s a teen in Nahoon with hair the colour of dark chocolate. She walks on her roof and feral pigeons eat out of her hand. Partners in crime. And the...
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On the ferry an obese schoolgirl in her uniform sat and waited, kept a seat with her schoolbag. She had earphones in and made four phone calls in two minutes while she shook a brown...
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The first family wedding; first of six. As the grandchildren are now adult-feet-tall, we each stand in line for partaking in the ceremonies of the Gods. We were told it was practice for when...
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