directions gone wrong

  “where’re we going?” “south.” “we’re going south?” “In this wind, south by southwest.” “isn’t that a Hitchcock movie?” “naw. that’s North by Northwest.” “good to know. you like Hitchcock?” “love him.” “favourite movie?” “Vertigo.” “that one makes me dizzy.” “fear of heights?” “absolutely.” “don’t let go.”  

hungry man

  there’s a hungry man waiting under the chicken-on-the-way sign. he’s got his eye on a 5-piece snack box, fries and coleslaw combo. there’s nothing finer than a hot greasy chicken on a summer day. there’s a hungry man waiting under the chicken-on-the-way sign. he’s got his eye on a 5-piece, nothing finer than a … Read more hungry man

freefalling

at the National Gallery, beneath de Goya’s portrait of Dona Isabel de Porcel, i wait. an assignation with the property agent who’s charming my husband with her long, dark, curly hair and vibrant smile. “what do you think?” i ask Dona Isabel. “it doesn’t matter how many times i change my clothes, i still feel … Read more freefalling

hair in place

Mitzi hated the breakfast shift at the hospital, staring into vats of lumpy oatmeal.  and scrambled eggs, congealing, then crusting on the underside of the ladle.  disgusting.  she adjusted the net that kept her hair in place and hauled the metal vat of oatmeal onto a rolling cart. “Need a hand?”  a male voice.  a … Read more hair in place

a hungry man

there’s a hungry man waiting under the chicken-on-the-way sign.  he’s got his eye on a 5-piece snack box, fries and coleslaw combo.  there’s nothing finer than hot greasy chicken on a summer day. there’s a hungry man waiting under the chicken-on-the-way sign.  he’s got his eye on a 5-piece snack box, nothing finer than a … Read more a hungry man

on the night of the supermoon

i lie awake and think about the flood.  it is happening all around me.  helicopters flying all night long, checking the levels of the glenmore reservoir. dreaming, jumbled images of war. soldiers advancing across dark fields, animals floating down bloated rivers.  there’s mud everywhere.  i can feel the mud clinging to my bared feet.  the … Read more on the night of the supermoon

darla

three strange days into the trek, Darla notices the skin on her palms is cracking and bleeding, peeling off in strips.  her friend Amy grosses out and initially refuses to help her dress her wounds.  when Amy hands her a piece of adhesive tape, she brushes up against Darla’s skin. “you’re burning up,” says Amy. … Read more darla