
He purchased her wedding ring long before they even met.
Ron. Lavalette is a very widely-published writer living on the Canadian border in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom, land of the fur-bearing lake trout and the bilingual stop sign. His first …
He purchased her wedding ring long before they even met.
Ron. Lavalette is a very widely-published writer living on the Canadian border in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom, land of the fur-bearing lake trout and the bilingual stop sign. His first …
A ten-storey residential block faced a fenced-off area of bare, beige-coloured turf. The fence had two gates through which people took their dogs to have run-rounds. The area had been set aside by the local council for that purpose.
The …
Andi knew right away the excursion was a mistake. She sold the field trip as a foray into the country, an afternoon of fresh air, and hiking amongst the carefully manicured estate grounds. The online pictures showed an epic main …
I watched lazily from my chair as the large black spider made its way across the polished linoleum of the day-room floor, its agile limbs working in perfect rhythm.
Reaching the upholstered footstool where my bare feet rested, it stopped …
I.
Sam and Billie watched dust rise from the potato harvester as the sun began to set. Nightfall was fast approaching. Under the cover of darkness they would be able to fill their dirty canvas sacks with potatoes. Living the …
Whenever a recipe calls for bay leaves, I can’t help but think of Irena. From the simmering warmth of my winter kitchen, I’m transported to the Adriatic in high summer.
You see, I have them still, the bay leaves she …
I pulled up to the front of Dwight’s home and some guy in a tuxedo said he’d park my car. I put the welder’s goggles over my eyes, donned my hardhat and walked through the great mahogany doors into the foyer. Dwight …
Rhoda Honeycutt had been saving herself for anyone. She daydreamed of love and buried herself in worn-out copies of True Romance passed from one set of desperate hands to another. At school Billy’s crowd passed by her as if she …
Back then, back when he was just a gangly kid and before he became an artist, I felt I had a job to do – teach my son to be better at sports than I ever was. I’d been a …
There’s a picture of me at three cutting my hair with kitchen shears hoping to look like my two brothers, leaving me with stubby hair bordered by bald spots, leading to haircuts for all my dolls. I paraded their shorn …