The light made him squint. Smoke thick, like the stove had backed up. Big Mike was standing in the doorway pushing two girls ahead of him. Good news! Except Big Mike had no kids—and the girls looked like they were freezing in their little skirts and skinny heels. Michael’s mind…

“What’s the first thought that pops into your head when I say red?” “Red? When he says my job is the wife thing. Red, that’s what I see!” “Who is he, Lorraine? What’s his name?” “Will. His name is Will. Will is training to be a fighter pilot. Air Force…

The side door pushes open and Mel, huffing in with the cold wind, sets and enormous turkey on the washing machine. “Look here,” she says to the party in the steamy kitchen. “It’s a last-minute mark down and it’s grain fed,” Every counter is set up with someone chopping or…

The Special Bus from London to Athens Posted January 14, 2009 by Rob Daniel. “Cheap and distinctly uncheerful,” Rob says. “Character-building stuff.” Indeed it was! “There is a bus, to Frankfurt and London, every Tuesday morning,” Nikos says. “It’s cheap. A lot of people take it.” He begins to speak…

I’ve always written. Brenda Ueland, in If You Want to Write, prodded me to write every morning before work. During those couple of years I started these stories, when my 10-year old stayed with his dad in Nova Scotia while I went off to find work in Ottawa. (And break…