Our Mother’s Jewellery

There was a knock on the cubby door. The boys' father lingered outside, stooping and looking in through the the crack of the door. “Let him in, Nate.” Nate unlatched the door and their father, grunting, squeezed his body sideways into the cubby. “Much obliged, boys,” he said, spilling his beer. “Dad!” yelled Hector. He [...]

Hoping For Snow

Grant's dad had been fourteen years old for the past three weeks. Today was the anniversary of his remission, though he was demented, not able to understand where he was or why he was important to the people who visited day-to-day, week to week. Many of the children were hoping for pneumonia, and it seemed [...]