The Evisceration

“Dave, what aren’t you telling me? The secretary of the diocese just rang. I’ve been asked to resign from all the church committees I’m on. I mean, not just give up the chairmanships, but get off the committees altogether. They wouldn’t say why. What happened Saturday night? What did I do after I drank too much?” Read More …

What’s the Worst?

I lowered myself into my seat, cursing the faceless admin staff member who’d booked me a centre seat instead of one by the window or aisle. Mystery Lady had encountered no such issues and was seated by the window. For the umpteenth time I studied her profile, trying to tease out of my memory bank the knowledge of where and how I knew her. Read More …

LOVE LETTERS 2

I RECLINED ON THE chaise, shaded by a huge umbrella, beer in hand. The only thing separating the motel from the beach was a small stretch of lawn shaded by palm trees and an in-ground pool. Both were inviting and the weather was warm, but I was oblivious to the appeal of either. Read More …

LOVE LETTERS 1

GOD, HOW I WISHED I never got around to building my wife, Claire, the bookcase she’d been nagging me for ever since we’d moved into the old Federation cottage. The cottage she fell in love with and just had to have when we were finally financial enough to upgrade from our apartment to a house. Read More …