Harry and Hank… In the Fish Tank

In the beginning there were thirty of us, maybe more. We crawled over top of each another, vying for space, our battles reduced to clubbing as our pinchers were tied and bound. There was no room to roam for a loner like me. I missed the frigid waters of Nova Scotia. Back when I had... Continue Reading →

Abracadabra

We’re in the dairy section, on the hunt for banana yogurt because it’s the only one my child will eat. The child spinning out a new spell when someone blocks my view. The lady’s eyes crinkle with concern. She nods at my daughter. “Why would you let her dress that way?” “Huh? Oh.” I turn,... Continue Reading →

100 Days

I’m outside after the show. Some kids scatter down the sidewalks of the old lower basin, where all the warehouses sit like tombstones. Cigarettes, mohawks, we’ve played the old shoe factory before, and I love it because of the sound, but the river smells like week old fish sticks. “Hey,” Zach calls out, opening the... Continue Reading →

Metrics

I found Kurt in the breakroom, discussing the perks of yoga with an intern. I rolled my eyes. “Kurt, let’s go. The MASH meeting has started.” “Oh, is it Thursday, already?" he said with a smile. "Well, I’d hate to miss such an important matter." A slight bow to the girl. "Namaste, my dear." I... Continue Reading →

The Resolution

Mom warned me about meeting him. She said he was fool's gold. She said he was all sparkles and promises, always on the cusp of something big. I wanted to tell her it had been ten years and he’d had a lot of time to change, but what was the use? So I told her... Continue Reading →

The Gift

On the day after Christmas, a package arrived at our front door. It was wrapped in brown shipping paper, secured with frayed tine. It looked like it had been through a few mishaps with the post office, but written on the top, under all the stamps and shipping info, was our name and address. Mom... Continue Reading →

Dream Come True

Lily says my dream girl is a total snob. She says Stacey Peaks doesn’t know I exist. I disagree. I mean, yeah, I might only exist in the way a piece of furniture exists in the corner of a room--something to take up space in the backdrop to Stacey’s life--but hey, I'm there. Stacey sits... Continue Reading →

The Salesman

When I’m making sales, I’m jolly and jovial, buying rounds at the bar and laughing with strangers. I slap backs and knock back drinks with those who’ve fallen victim to my charm. I sing along to the songs I’ve known all my life. I nod as the regulars share stories I’ve heard too many times.... Continue Reading →

Love at First Light

I was in a rush, cutting through the lighting section at Home Depot when I saw her. Through the chandeliers and flushed mounts, the recessed fixtures casting a cozy glow to her cheeks, she saw me and smiled. I quickly forgot where I was or what I was doing. I nearly took out a box... Continue Reading →

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