It’s February 1st. Valentine vibes throb through the air. Mr. J. announces we’re reading Romeo and Juliet and I shoot straight up in my seat. Grip the sides of my desk tight. My scalp tingles and sparklers fizz inside my…
Dolls’ Houses and Memories
“How long for?” Susan was sitting opposite Derek, her half-drunk cup of herbal tea in her right hand between lips and saucer. “They are looking for people to be seconded for one to two months” Derek said. Susan had first…
Saint Valentine’s Day
“It’s the 12th of February,” I say to my mother. “I’m not stupid,” she tells me, “I know what you’re doing.” I have driven all the way from Montreal with gifts of diabetic chocolate warming in the backseat. It is…
The Pink and Green Picnic Hamper
It had been three years and in that time Alice had mastered numerous bits of technology, learnt to mow the lawn in under twenty minutes and shop for one. She decided now was the time to tackle the attic. She…
Tender Arrows
Things have gone downhill since new management took over. I had to reapply for my own job. Honestly. Who else can they get as Cupid except… well, Cupid? So I’m still in place doing my best to get folks to…
