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Things not missed (rough draft)

June 4, 2010

It is only when I write, as I am writing now, I understand I miss those things I do not miss. Is it the quiet that overtakes my thoughts though all around me nothing is quiet? And why do I miss now those things I do not miss and wonder how they all became things [...]

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The cowboy in the transom

January 2, 2010

“This is not the sort of thing you expect to find in an upscale law office.” Mr. Wentworth was commenting on the cowboy who was lodged in the transom of the entryway to our offices, Wentworth, Dysan and Gushaty. I had to agree with him. It was an uncommon place for a cowboy to be. [...]

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I pity the pedestrian

December 14, 2009

I pity the pedestrian That knows no life of ease Just a swirl of salt-like snow And a thousand ways to freeze I pity the pedestrian His burden and his fate His bags all filled with groceries His always cautious gait I pity the pedestrian And all that he must bear The mittens, toques and [...]

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Things the dog brought home from the woods

October 24, 2009

The dog was always bringing things back home from the woods – sticks, lost gloves, the bones of luckless animals that had succumbed to inattentiveness or the lack of a survivor’s reflex – and she would leave them at the door for Ethan. This time she brought back a human hand. It had been gnawed, [...]

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I’ve never been to Pasadena

October 23, 2009

“Are there moose in Pasadena?” “Are there what? Where?” “Moose. In Pasadena. I just ask ‘cause I’ve never been to Pasadena.” Evelyn looked at Mr. Houle as if he had lost his mind. Mr. Houle had what people called “quirks.” White hair, a little bent and a smallish man, he was frailty’s poster child. He [...]

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Reflections – locations on five continents

November 12, 2007

She looked in the mirror and found to her horror that she was in the wrong house. Not a bad house, mind you. She found it quite stylish. The décor was very much to her taste, though the colour scheme was certainly not one she would have chosen herself. (She would have been afraid to [...]

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In progress: blog reno for Sunday Stories

November 8, 2007

As you can see, I’ve made some changes here. Okay … the truth is, you probably haven’t visited here in a while and no longer recall what it looked like before or what was here. As it turns out, while not an extensive blog there were numerous posts. And they will show up here again, [...]

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A system for socks

June 24, 2006

He woke up, wondering where his sock was. “I’m looking for 14B. Have you seen 14B?” No one answered. They may have still slept. Again, Roger asked, though more quietly now, “Has no one seen 14B?” 14B was a sock. Specifically (as indicated by the ‘B’) it was a right sock. Left socks were categorized [...]

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The starter sentence

May 21, 2006

“I was not offended that JJ didn’t use my starter sentence.” I said this aloud although there was no one in the room but the cat to hear my declaration. Well, that was not entirely true. A character was there, ill-defined though he or she was, but with a need to respond. “So what was [...]

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Dinner is cancelled

April 29, 2006

It was either a pill or a piece of candy. Or it was Donny’s missing eye. I was hoping for the pill or candy. If it was the eye … Well, Mitzi the cat had it and was swatting it around the room as if it were a pinball and her paws were flippers. She [...]

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