“Dirty Sheets in the Acreage” in OnSpec

Abandoned bird nests and snail shells snagged in Anna’s long hair. One time, after she caught frog eggs in her wild mane, tadpoles sprang forth. Sheila watched them wiggle like mercury in the sheets before suffocating. (Excerpt from “Dirty Sheets in the Acreage”) Issue #108 of OnSpec , alongside new fiction by Robin S. Carson, Timothy…

“Entry-Level Job” in The Cockroach Conservatory

This is the highest paying entry-level job in the world, yet no one lasts a year.  Flash-fiction about the artificial insemination of (futuristic? alien?) dangerous creatures. Appearing in the premier issue of The Cockroach Conservatory: Vol. 1: The Working Zealot’s guide to Gaining Capital in Pre-Apocalyptic America alongside fiction by EllyBangs, Seth Gordon, Sally McBride,…

Abandoned Photographs

There is an intersection where over the past few months I’ve spotted half a dozen abandoned photos lying in the gutter. Always the same street corner. Odd, I thought. Why do they keep turning up here? Finally, it occurs to me the photos must be blowing over from the nearby cemetery, where no doubt they were lovingly…

“According to My Sisters” in FreeFall

No one believed Mom’s story about Dad’s disappearance; that he and Roman were off on one of their fishing trips. According to her, the boys were having a great time, caught up in the excitement, enjoying good food and good drink and the company of beautiful women (whom Dad only looked at, never touched unless…

Enchanting Antiques

“Everything in the painting has sold, expect for the clown, I keep him in my bedroom.” So tells me the owner of Enchanting Antiques, whose building displays the finest piece of public art in all of St. Catharines. Atmospheric, quietly creepy. I first saw the old toy mural when I was seven or eight, riding…

“Throat Full of Pigeon” in Black Dandy

“Is the rabbit alive the whole time it’s being eaten?” Oscar asked, sounding concerned. Bianca pulled the heavy sheets from his chin so he wouldn’t sweat in the night. “I think the rabbit knows it’s caught, so he closes his eyes and goes to sleep, that way he can pass away relaxed and at peace…

Read “What Are You Looking At?” at The Saturday Evening Post

Otto shudders to think what will happen to his body after he dies. Having endured decades of people staring, whispering behind his back, and asking intrusive questions, he’s braced himself for the worst. (Excerpt from “What Are You Looking At?”) Morgue drawers and home pregnancy tests haunt Otto in “What Are You Looking At?”, available…

“House Next Door to Me” in Dark Moon Digest

I’ve never set foot inside the house next door, but Marcy has. After the U-hauls left, she loaded a plate with cookies and scampered over to welcome the new family to the neighborhood. Obviously, the house sold cheap after that bad business a few years back. Some people pride themselves on not being superstitious. Me? I…

“Auntie Una’s Deathbed” in The Fiddlehead

One day, someone will make a movie about Auntie Una’s heroics. All our neighbours say so. Hollywood will change her name to avoid having to pay her, but Auntie Una does not care. She hasn’t been to the movies since 1987. According to Auntie Una, “After Bette Davis died there was no reason to bother…