Month: December 2013

Marilyn’s 8-year old son Buster was inconsolable. He’d been saying for weeks that his snowman was alive, and she had humoured him. But this morning, they had found the door to the house wide open. The snowman’s scarf, carrot nose and button eyes strewn up the steps leading upstairs, and his top hat upside down … Read more

“Do you know why I’ve stopped you, sir?” asked the Canadian Border guard at the Toronto International Airport. “No,” replied the traveler, who was wearing a garbage bag for a poncho and buckets for shoes. The buckets were full of water and small fish were jumping to and from each bucket happily, feeding on flakes … Read more

Just before dawn, Knobby MacKinnon walked out onto the wharf towards his boat. His family had owned lobster boats in Shediac for 4 generations, but he and Margie had only had daughters. He wasn’t any kind of sexist, but the girls were doing too well in school, and he knew they were going to do … Read more