Trina

I was five years old when my Grandfather told me about the woman who lives in the river. We were up to camp for Christmas. The neighbor across the way…

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Sanctum

Lochhead had stared at the dust on the slat of the blind and then, taking his own poor advice, he had run his finger through it for a couple of…

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Chrysalis

She kept her eyes trained on the sleeve, the narrow white sleeve, on which she had spent hours sewing the beads. The pattern of the beading was one she had…

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The Clearing

1. Today there was only fog where usually there are buzzards. Today they came to the oak trees seeking figs. They left with curses in their mouths, berating others for…

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