Thursday Doors in Florence Italy
The doors all over Florence, Italy are enormous heavy wooden doors that grace the façade of buildings and lead to fabulous courtyards tucked away from the bustle of the city. This magnificent door is on Lungarno Torrigiani which runs along … Continue reading Thursday Doors in Florence Italy
Brown is Better: Flash Fiction
We sat under the sunshine warm and toasty waiting for those rays of gold to do their work. We weren’t good enough as is, we needed to be brown. Brown was better. People wanted brown. By afternoon we were ready. Shirley picked us up one by one shining our smooth skin with the soft cloth of her flowing floral skirt, coins jiggling in her pocket. We could see Mrs. May coming, walking towards us, ready to scoop us up for the chocolate cake she’d have cooling on her windowsill by teatime. “Oh my aren’t they perfect!” She exclaimed. Good Eggs! … Continue reading Brown is Better: Flash Fiction
The Pianoman: Flash Fiction
The bell had rung. The line had shut down. The place was empty. Artur did his rounds as he usually did. Securing doors, turning on alarms, unplugging the toaster. Then he’d sit and practice. Two hours every night without fail. He was going to be a famous pianist one day. Go to school they said. “Vy you wanna verk een ah faktohree?” his mother would yell when he got home. They’ll see, he thought to himself as he strode over to the storage cages. But his piano was locked up, and there were packages inside, with his name on … Continue reading The Pianoman: Flash Fiction
Legends Estate Winery
On the shores of Lake Ontario in Beamsville sits 30 acres of lush vineyards. This is Legends Estate Winery. The vineyard is a stunning backdrop for a wedding with its lovely white gazebo overlooking the lake. Or imagine a picnic … Continue reading Legends Estate Winery
Poor Aunt Esther: Flash Fiction
Every Wednesday afternoon Ella Gitterman brought her Tupperware containers filled with delicious dinners and desserts for her aging aunt. Poor Aunt Esther hadn’t left her house in 12 years. Disabled and penurious, Ella was her lifeline, dutifully bringing meals, helping with cleaning, shopping, and all the other things Ella knew how to do well. Ella expected nothing in return. This Wednesday was different. Ella washed the Tupperware still sitting in the freezer full of uneaten food and laid it on the table. The doorbell rang. The family lawyer was here. She signed the papers. Ella was New York’s newest billionaire. … Continue reading Poor Aunt Esther: Flash Fiction
Things to do in Niagara this November
Looking for some fun and interesting things to do this November in Niagara? Here’s a list of events that fit every budget and will keep you busy all month long. Continue reading Things to do in Niagara this November
Badia a Passignano: Eat, Stay, Dream, in Tuscany
I sat alone in a white wicker chair in the backyard of an ancient abbey overlooking the Tuscan hillside. There wasn’t a soul around. I swallowed. The kind of repetitive swallow that indicates a looming sore throat. Is it really … Continue reading Badia a Passignano: Eat, Stay, Dream, in Tuscany
Twilight: A Poem
The golden hour, coffee in hand Gentle waves shift the sand Twilight flows, the glare it mellows the lines on her face and the leaves in yellows Sun dips down over the hill Her hands at rest, her heart is … Continue reading Twilight: A Poem
The Niagara Escarpment Makes me Smile
South of the QEW, high above Lake Ontario is the Niagara Escarpment, lovingly referred to as The Mountain, by Niagarans (I think that’s what we’re called) and Hamiltonians. Although it doesn’t fit the description of a mountain, this beautiful geological … Continue reading The Niagara Escarpment Makes me Smile
Shots Fired: Flash Fiction
She sat slumped, her hands face up, resting in her lap. Their weight like sandbags, barely holding the tissue that she would use to wipe the tears that fell onto her arms. It was just yesterday when he was still here. His blood spattered across the court. Today they washed the chalk lines and his blood. Erased. He was gone forever. Her child. Just playing. Caught in the crossfire. Promises of the future evaporating like the puddles on the court, slowly disappearing. Behind her she heard voices, footsteps running. A ball bounced across the court. One shot, with its echo. … Continue reading Shots Fired: Flash Fiction
