• 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 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…