Nothing truly starts or ends spectacularly. No, things start small, irregularly growing larger and larger until it comes to its ultimate, the highest point in its metaphorical life. When something ‘ends well’, that isn’t it’s end. It isn’t quite something’s … Continue reading

The Red Room

It started raining as soon as I left. By the time I’d reached the point of no return, it was pouring. The roads were flooding, and there was no way I could keep going. I pulled out my phone and … Continue reading

The Trip to Never Forget

            Two men looked over the horizon line in central Saskatchewan, the only thing in sight was a blackberry farm. On the blackberry farm was a mansion with architectural beauty. It had columns so fine … Continue reading