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Submitted to Contest #265
WHERE TIME OVERLAPS“Ugh…” Paul moaned. He felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He wasn’t sure where he was, but it was warm and bright. He struggled to take a few breaths before he sat up and hugged his arms to his body. He looked around. Wherever he was, at least it wasn’t raining. He was glad for that. The last few days, or maybe hours, it was hard to tell…had been something of a nightmare. He tried to remember all the things he’d been through. He remembered leaving his home in Toronto with his canoe on the top of his car. He r...
Submitted to Contest #260
Calico’s Favourite Irene Swanson’s studio was located above the Five and Dime in the quiet village of Inglewood. The view from her living room window was spectacular and as a result was the focus of her inspiration as a visual artist. She would often sit by the window and gaze into the distance with paintbrush in hand, mesmerized by the rolling hills and fields of wheat that glowed in the sun. She sat waiting for the perfect moment, which always seemed to be the one that had just passed, or the one about to happen. All seasons inspired...
Submitted to Contest #259
Onkel He sat in the kitchen on the chromed steel chair with the blue vinyl seat. Had he looked up and to his right, he could have seen the sky and trees through the kitchen window, but he rarely looked that way. His focus was on the stained crystal ashtray that sat on the cool grey- blue surface of the formica table before him. It was in contrast with the colour and texture of the tan skin on his hairy left arm, which rested on it. The arm wore a short- sleeved cotton shirt, striped in faded green, grey, and yellow, covering his upper arms a...
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