Skinny Love

Skinny Love

They lounged quietly, contentedly on his worn grey couch. Her head was in his lap as they watched another “Museum Secrets” rerun. He yawned; she kissed his knee. “There’s a thing called ‘Skinny Love'”, she said staring straight...
Back to the Beginning

Back to the Beginning

He brought her variety store carnations and a look of wonder when they met. Texting had been so effortless and near-constant for the past two weeks. He looked just like his profile pictures only better- kinder and more human. His eyes bore into her, wearing an...
Follow

Follow

She moved through the trees with ease, as if it was where she came from- as if she had been rooted and born here. Her long black hair flailed gracefully about her long, green cape and her worn brown boots made the barest of thuds against the mossy floor of the forest....
My Hotline to God

My Hotline to God

She said, “I told him I want us to be warriors of love for our relationship. I told him I want to use our relationship to choose love over fear, and he agreed.” I read the words over and over again, feeling her exhaustion at all the back and forth over the...
Be In Love

Be In Love

I was confused. We weren’t following the formula. We seemed caught in the push and pull, but then we’d always find our way back to one another. He said to me, “There’s no right way to do this, you know. There’s only our way.” And I...
The Heart’s Three Chambers

The Heart’s Three Chambers

She said, “My heart has three chambers: one for hurt, one for hope and the other for love.” Perched on the bamboo bar stool, Jen sat proud, yet fragile. It seemed to be me she felt doomed to be misunderstood. I had known her for years, but there was a part...
The Bond – A (Very) Short Story

The Bond – A (Very) Short Story

“Bury me there beside him,” she said, pointing over the horizon to the tall elms wearing scant offerings of stubborn yellow leaves- soon to be bare. We stood in her kitchen, socked feet on the cold, white ceramic floor. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling...
The Bridge – A (Very) Short Story

The Bridge – A (Very) Short Story

He opened the door just as I reached for the latch. It often happened that way. He would call just as his handsome face graced my mind, or text as soon as I looked at my phone. It’s as though there were moments where our timing was just right- we sparked in line...
This Is Us

This Is Us

And from a place I told myself I would not dare enter again, I love him. Though not entirely against my will, it is with hands shaking, fingers scratched and bloodied that I go to him. My heart beats long and heavy, aware of the weight, aware of the pain, the grief...
Robena Finch, Excerpt #2

Robena Finch, Excerpt #2

**WIP – Robena Finch – Written Fall 2012** My thoughts return to the sidewalk and I begin to feel as though someone is behind me. It’s midnight and there are streetlights lining my path, but I still feel uneasy. My senses are heightened, aware of...
What Happened

What Happened

We sipped lemon water in plastic Muskoka chairs at the side of my house, a little stone patio shaded by large maples and my neighbour’s garage. My friend had stopped by in the middle of a lazy afternoon. My kids were with their father and I had taken a break...
Acknowledge, Feel, Surrender, Repeat.

Acknowledge, Feel, Surrender, Repeat.

“You have to remember you’re still grieving,” she said as she filled my teacup with the blessed amber liquid. “You’re not in your right mind and it could be months still before you are again for any good period of time.” I brought...