Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Tuesday had never been Clara's favourite day. Monday at least had a reputation. Everyone expected Monday to arrive like an uninvited relative with too much luggage and several complaints. Wednesday had the satisfaction of being halfway through the week. Thursday could practically see Friday from its front porch, and Friday needed no explanation. But Tuesday?... Continue Reading →
The little wooden stage in the middle of Maplewood Park had been empty for years. Once, it had hosted summer concerts, puppet shows and community theatre, but lately its paint was peeling, weeds grew between the boards, and most people walked past without giving it much thought. Except for twelve-year-old Sophie. Sophie loved theatre. She... Continue Reading →
Every Sunday morning, Dawna baked bread. She wasn't particularly fancy about it. There were no complicated starters with names, no imported flour, and certainly no kitchen that looked like the ones on television. Her kitchen was small, one cupboard refused to close properly, and her oven had two settings: "probably not hot enough" and "surface... Continue Reading →
Julianna had a habit of saving her life for later. She would take the walk when she had more energy. She would call her friend when she was in a better mood. She would start reading again when she could concentrate. She would sit outside and enjoy the sunshine when there weren't dishes in the... Continue Reading →
By 7:14 Tuesday morning, Ilsa had already decided the day was defective. Her alarm hadn't gone off. She couldn't find her keys. She poured coffee into her travel mug and then promptly left the mug sitting on the kitchen counter. When she finally found her keys, they were in her jacket pocket—the jacket she was... Continue Reading →
Lysa woke on Sunday morning without an alarm. For several seconds, she simply lay there beneath the blankets, listening to the quiet. No buzzing phone. No list of things demanding her attention. No reason to throw herself out of bed and immediately start being productive. Then her brain remembered the laundry. And the groceries. And... Continue Reading →
Every morning on her way to work, Claire stopped at the same little coffee shop. She ordered the same coffee, sat at the same table for ten minutes and watched the same parade of sleepy people shuffle through the door looking as though none of them had willingly agreed to participate in morning. One Tuesday,... Continue Reading →
Maya was standing in line at the grocery store when she noticed the woman ahead of her. There wasn't anything particularly unusual about her. She looked to be in her sixties, wearing jeans, sneakers and a bright yellow sweater. But what caught Maya's attention was her hair. It was completely silver, cut into a short,... Continue Reading →
There are times in life when nothing is dramatically wrong, but somehow everything feels heavy. That was where Hannah found herself. The past few months had been a collection of small disappointments that had apparently formed a committee. Work had become stressful. A friendship she thought would last forever had quietly faded. Her car had... Continue Reading →
Every autumn, Clara complained about the leaves. They were beautiful for approximately eleven minutes, she thought. Then they landed on the lawn, clogged the gutters, stuck to her shoes, followed her into the house and somehow appeared in rooms nowhere near a door. Autumn was basically nature throwing confetti and refusing to clean it up.... Continue Reading →
