• NEW GUMBOOTS

    My first pair of gumboots / Stomped in puddles in the lane. / Grandpa watched from the gate / Leaning on his cane. Once he’d saved folks from fire, / now handicapped he was. / A stroke had robbed him of his speech, / Yet my safety he ensured. “Yes, yes, yes!” His voice was clear, / Bringing Mother to my side. / As water teamed into my boots, / ‘My socks are wet!’ I cried.

  • IN THE ABSENCE OF RAIN

    I had been six years old for three months. By the time I was to start school in September, I would be closer to seven than six. In those days, you didn’t start school when you were five. You had to wait. I passed my days playing with neighbourhood friends caught in the same dilemma as me, talking with grandpa, or playing by myself or with my two younger sisters. Saturdays were different though. On Saturdays, mom would dress the three of us in fancy clothes, and dad would take us on a bus ride into town. We’d walk up and down the streets, wander through the toy departments at…

  • Writing Prompts, A Short Story

    Treasure my foot! Charles thought as he tipped the old wooden chest onto his dolly. He pushed it toward the stairs with a groan. I expected the chest to have some weight, but I certainly didn’t expect it to be as heavy as it is! He paused, testing the balance before fastening the straps that would hold it snug. If I can just get this down the stairs without damaging it or harming myself, I’ll be happy. He tightened his muscles and his grip on the dolly, and slowly lowered the wheels off the landing and down to the first step. At each stair, he paused to ensure the cargo…

  • An Interview with Santa

    Santa sat beside me on the train. I knew it was him. Has to be! I marvelled, feeling my skin prickle with certainty. His white wavy hair was slicked back from his full forehead and ended in curls at his collar. His full beard lay like freshly-fallen snow on his upper chest. A neatly-trimmed handle-bar mustache curved over his upper lip, and he wore square-framed, silver spectacles that rested on the nose of his naturally flushed face. He’s a perfect Santa, if ever I saw one! My Santa didn’t wear a red suit though. He wore a navy trench coat over an olive-coloured shirt, and dark trousers. On his lap,…

  • The Blue Boot | Short Story

    The Blue Boots | Short Story

    My grandfather and my father were fishermen. On March 11th, 2011, they took my two older brothers fishing with them. I followed them to the pier, as I usually did. I had just enough time to bow to them and wave good-bye before I scooted home to collect my books and lunch box, and race to school before the commencement bell rang. That morning, my mother reminded me that she planned to take my grandmother to the hospital for a special test. She promised to be home before my classes ended. In my haste, I forgot to bow farewell to my mother and grandmother and had to rush back. My…