Category: Creative Writing Stuff

The Unfinished Sweater

The needles flashed in the sun - click click click. The old woman was knitting a sweater, a very small sweater it seemed. Click click click. She deployed the motions with precision and vigour. Click click click. The man noted the red wool coming out of the shiny white plastic bag to her right. He desperately wanted to look into the bag to see how much of the red wool was left. A tear escapes his eye as an eyelash stabs him. He squints to see. Was the wool almost gone? Was there enough left? Would there be enough to…

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Grandma My Tiny Irish Parachute

I've been thinking about my grandma a lot lately. Sadly she passed away on January 1st this year. She was good and old I’m happy to say. For approximately the past decade she'd been in the fantasy land of alzheimer's. Apparently she didn't know anyone any more. She'd sing, sing, sing though. "Two little black birds sitting on the wall, one named Peter, the other named Paul…” “There was a man named Michael Finnigan, he grew whiskers on his chinny chin… along came the wind and blew them in again….” or “ Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear…” Drat now I’ll…

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Name that Tune in Three Notes

I was asked to pick the three most important songs in my life - I find it very challenging to pick only three. Music has always helped me define my feelings be it sadness, joy, grief, love… Sometimes it’s a matter of searching for just the right track. Other times the music comes to me as if by magic and finds that exact right feeling when I least expect it. Name that tune... It depends on the situation really. When I was 20, my retinas detached. I ended up having two different types of surgery on my eyes to fix them. (Whew see…

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Think, Blink and Get the Heck Outta Here!

If I could somehow be transported to a place anywhere within the blink of an eye, where would I go? My first instinct is to think of one of the many lovely beaches I remember, perhaps in the Haliburtons. Because it is very cold right now though I’d rather go to the southern end of the continent and in Florida to the beach I visited two years ago called Clearwater. It was a lovely beach with soft sand like baby powder. I couldn't stop picking the sand up and letting it run through my fingers. So soft.  The obligatory palm trees…

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Hippoty Hoppoty Happy Easter Treats!

Crazy Mad Hunting Success to You ALL! I grew up in Scarborough in a semi-detached bungalow house with a finished basement apartment. One Easter morning, my two brothers and my sister and I were instructed to go down into this apartment - apparently an investigation needed to be launched.  It was very dark in our basement. And spooky. If not for the little foil sparkly on the floor by the light switch we wouldn’t have made it. With ALL the lights turned on we proceeded to hunt our little hearts out. As the oldest of the four, I had to…

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