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A Secret She Would Keep
Debra sat on a polished granite headstone. She leaned her elbows on her knees and stared at the pile of red roses resting on that mound of earth. They’d shrivelled and rotted. Clumps of mud were dangerously close to staining the white laces that dangled from her runners. The wind whispered her secret as it…
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Balloons and Fermented Sharks…
The trails of an intrepid vagabond are sometimes rocky. I once took a tedious three-week business trip that spilled across Central Europe with a terminus in London. I’d concluded my exhaustive meetings one day sooner than expected and was anxious to return to Montreal and be with Lynn; it was my birthday. So I booked…
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Another Item Off My Bucket List
Throughout my life, I’ve been casually crossing things off that illustrious scroll. These days, my targets are modest, NOT from having done it all, but because I’m comfortable. Yet, once in a while, I’m surprised when a thought consumes me, one that sneaks into my bucket list. It all began a couple of Fridays ago.…
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Does a Man With a Titanium Shaft Have an Advantage?
“And then he says to the judge — well, if it were mine, I wouldn’t have put it in MY mouth.” I almost choked on my vodka as the four of us burst out laughing. Jennifer, John’s wife, reigned supreme as the queen of the double entendre. The waitress paused as we calmed down and…
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Immortality Only Lasts Twenty-Five Years…
I might have said something else or kept my mouth shut if I’d known or had thought a little more. I’ll be more vigilant next time; it’s the only promise I can make. You can never tell what’s disguised behind a person’s smile. Last Sunday, I walked along my usual path by the lake. The…
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Clams and Lemon Pie
There’s this cute Italian place over by the Pointe-Claire marina that I wanted to try last week. I gave FrankeeZee ( … my good friend from another social site… ) a call, and he said sure. Oh, and he’d be coming with his lovely NEW girlfriend, Gina. I said, great! Hey, I’m not a huge fan of…
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Eight DoS and DONTs… When Dealing with Romantic Rejection…
Rejection sucks, but it’s part of this game called ‘life.’ Being able to handle and accept a rebuff is an even more significant part. YOU know you’re special, but it doesn’t mean everyone will feel the same. You can be the cutest, most succulent plum, but some people hate plums — trust me, I know.…
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Stuff Happens… at the Crack of Dawn…
It was easy in the summer. I’d see the slightest ray of amber light and realize, “There it is — the crack of dawn.” These days, that aperture is invisible, and I keep getting fooled into thinking it’s still nighttime. I like to start my days before anyone else does. There’s solace in looking out…
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What Else is There to Do in a Small Town?
I was travelling through Kansas on business. Have you ever been to one of those sleepy mid-west towns? You know — the ones where everyone knows everybody? It was late and I was in Hays City, dining in the only open restaurant I could find… eating cold fries. A floral aroma of urinal mints wrestled…
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He Never Smelled Trouble
Changing colours and falling leaves; only nature and desperate young men repeat themselves in their predictability. Corralled by a memory captured in an alluring scent, he twisted his head to see who had passed his table. All he witnessed were wisps of blond hair and flashes of her black dress. Those golden locks waved through…