Isle of the Dead

Isle of the Dead

They’re back from the seaside and going to the mountains next week. Search the park before noon. Your daughter isn’t safe. +++++The words ring in Leonardo’s ears as he rolls off the bed and opens the windows and shutters. Gray skies, air so muggy it sticks like...
Freddy

Freddy

Rap, rap, rap. The television flickers silently with a film I have never seen while my wife toes silently downstairs. Rap rap. The door rattles and opens and I hear hushed chatter and then he enters. “Long time poker,” Freddy grins to me over the couch,...
Stubborn Dirt

Stubborn Dirt

It doesn’t look like Surry Hills to me, I tell my daughter, as she directs me through Sydney streets I should know. We take a side turn where a new concrete tower sequesters a whole city block and glares in the searing heat of the afternoon. I pull up at the No...
Infidelity, Inc.

Infidelity, Inc.

Kenneth knew, as he closed the office Friday night, that his wife Annika would already be home from her job and preparing supper. Annika consistently arrived home before he did, because Kenneth always stayed later than most people at the office. That looked good on a...
Plum Coulee

Plum Coulee

December 3, 1913 Henry Arnold wiped his brow. Just another ordinary day for the manager of the Bank of Montreal in Plum Coulee, Manitoba, population 400. A sleepy, small town near Morden and Winkler and close to the American border, Plum Coulee was no Brandon....