Foto Friday

Ritz Crackers – Fragment #80

Hilary stood in the shadows of the unfamiliar kitchen trying to remember where the light switch was located. Street lamps bled into the room enough for her to make out the fridge on the right-hand wall, the counter beside it, and the kitchen table with its four red padded chairs pushed up underneath the window […]

Family Day – Fragment #79

Hilary was fine until around two o’clock when the party she had been invited to was scheduled to begin – hayride, barbecued hamburgers or hot dogs, bring a bathing suit if you want to use the pool. She sat in the red velvet wingback chair in the corner of the living room supposedly reading Cormier’s […]

Spring Tulips

Spring Tulips

I just finished sending an email to a friend who now lives in Europe, and it reminded me of a picture I had taken in the spring of this year. In May, she and her husband, now living in Europe, came to Vancouver for a visit. The week before she arrived, I passed by this […]

Stone Wall

Stone Wall

This morning I had an interview at the Jim Pattison Pavillion for a library technician position. It was for 11 a.m. and I arrived at 10:19 a.m. I was just a little bit early. I left the house much earlier than I needed to because I wasn’t familiar with that part of Vancouver General Hospital […]

The Bun – Fragment #78

Sylvie met Sam while volunteering at a local children’s theatre company. She was sixteen; he was twenty-three. She liked him the minute he had come over to the flat she had been working on and told her to stop. She did – the hammer halted in mid-air; the nail saved from being mashed into the […]

The Caravan – Fragment #77

Hilary had flown in from Regina three days before to help Mona downsize their family home in preparation for moving their father into an assisted-living apartment. “I thought we’d tackle the backyard today,” her sister told her at the breakfast table. Their father was nowhere in sight, but vague murmurs of a TV morning show […]

Toothpaste Tube – Fragment #76

She is about to sit down at the kitchen table with the mug of coffee she just poured, when Colleen appears in the doorway, bed-headed and subtly hostile, waving a toothbrush in her right hand, a tube of toothpaste in her left. Audrey wonders what she has done now to annoy her roommate; she seems […]