The Butterfly and the Flame

“Father?” Aloise interrupted her father in the little shed. The skylight was covered over with the autumn leaves and twilight had almost passed. She entered carefully and lit a candle by the window then put it in its holder. Her father sat with his back facing her at his workbench. “What are you working on? [...]

The Folds

From their seats the two girls stared back at Dennis in the way that the instructor would sometimes stare at the dummy grenades they used in training when he was a recruit—with a certain restrained expectation that they might explode. And indeed he was a grenade, though decommissioned now and filled, instead of adrenaline, with [...]

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 [...]

Dalia, Ten

Dalia played with her fingers as her father twisted a spill of newspaper, held it to the coals and with it lit another cigarette. “Gee I had a weird dream, Dad.” “Oh yeah?” he said between puffs. He opened the stove door and threw the newspaper in, watching it ignite and flare. “Go to bed [...]

Ego Makes the Brain Soft

“These are art supplies,” he said to himself, lightly handling the items on the shelf. He looked around him for some help. The party would have been over by now, but the errand felt to him now like something he was trying to accomplish for his own satisfaction. He checked his watch. It was nine [...]

In the Broken Rock

“Move them the other way!” Jackie cried out. “Not that way, they'll fall on top of you.” The rocks they had placed outside their grandfather's workshop, piled up in his shelves, they now were removing, though not all. The two children had petitioned Aunty Jackie to keep. as though tools, some rocks that pleased them [...]