Theme: Fiction

NORTHERN DETACHMENT

BY Clancy Margaret

The wind was still, but the cold was biting all the same. Stepping outside made her sinuses burn and her eyes water. She brushed the snow off the seat of her snowmobile—a mid-nineties Ski-Doo, always giving her trouble. She surveyed the town as she waited for the engine to warm up. It’s squat vinyl sided homes glowed amidst the dim winter daytime. Snowmobile tracks crisscrossed on the road but not a person was in sight. She checked her handheld GPS. The coordinates lined up with somewhere northwest, about a forty-five minute ride under the blanket of dark. There were no stars today. It was always cloudy.

Tryouts

BY Terry Doyle

Jason swings his Jeep between two mounds of dirty ice that flank the end of Christine’s driveway, and takes a deep breath before going to the door. He’d waited in…

Chanterelles

BY Heidi Wicks

“Matilda,” her father told her once, “there’s this one kind of mushroom, they look a whole lot like chanterelles, but let it be known – they’re not chanterelles. They’re called Jack-o’-Lanterns and they make a person quite sick.”

The Creation of Water

BY Tracey Waddleton

I listen to the CBC and make sausages and the meat is expensive, but it’s worth it. Bobby says this is lovely and while we eat, we admire our little place. The baby is coming soon. The days are growing slower.

BINGO

BY Jenina MacGillivray

Troy Gallant had curly chestnut hair, and he was tall. By far, he was the cutest and nicest boy in the neighborhood. He would never try to put the moves on you at the Laundromat while you were folding your underwear, for example.

Opulence and Gravy

BY Heidi Wicks

From under the Plexiglas dome inside The Hotel Newfoundland, the outside sky is a navy velvet blanket bedazzled with stars. The Courtyard, an ecosphere bursting with a bouquet of chlorine…

Red & Blue

BY Terry Doyle

“We should really go to the Beaumont Hamel ceremony. A hundred years,” Jill said. “Where is it?” “The Rooms.” “But it’s Canada Day,” Tyler said. “It’s Memorial Day. Until noon…