Friends

Edith was washing dishes when she heard Aggie Thomas calling from the front steps. “Oh for goodness sake,” said Edith, “can’t she just leave me alone? She`s here to share gossip, mark my words.” “Jack,” she said to her husband who was lying on the couch demanding his second cup of tea, “you’ll have to…

Dianne’s Doppelganger

Toronto 2024 It was a cold, damp and miserable grey day. Feels like London, Dianne thought as she pulled the hood of her jacket over her thinning, almost pure-white hair. In fact, it’s just like that day I first saw her; that girl on a motorbike.  My goodness me, that must be fifty years ago…

One Sunday Afternoon

She was in love with Murray. They went to the same church and she couldn’t help staring at him during the services. Looking at Murray helped to relieve the monotony. Linda was sure sometimes he smiled at her. He was 16, tall and skinny with thick, wavy, light brown hair that stood straight up from…

Let it be

It started as an ordinary, late-November day — no sun, no snow, no wind, no rain, no leaves, no flowers. There was nothing that brought joy, nothing that brought excitement, nothing that brought fear. It was one of those days when you couldn’t imagine anything but dull and grey. It was noon and I was…

The doll house

When Susan was eight or nine years old, all she wanted was a doll house. She’d only seen doll houses in Collinsons Department Store, and certainly never played with one but all the girls in her class had a doll house and talked constantly about them. Their doll houses sounded so much grander than the…

The twins

Olive was elegant. There was no doubt about that. She was tall and slim with alabaster skin, bright blue eyes and jet black wavy hair. Even as a little girl she chose her clothes with great care. “Do you think this colour matches my eyes?”  she would ask her mother.   Her mother said to friends,…

The bird feeder

In mid-summer, new neighbours moved in. Before I met them I noticed they had attached a bird feeder to their deck. It swung out to sit in the branches of the willow tree that had spread across the fence from my yard. “A bird feeder, that’s a good sign,” I thought.