Second Saturday Stories

Of course, Liz and Sharon screamed Low and muddled in that stark Acoustics of late light Their fear echoing even now, My ear still hurts. Though it turned out to be only Kids run out of firecrackers,

Tunnel Jumping is a collection of poems aimed at paying homage to the city where Denis was born. They are heavily rooted in nature, honouring childhood experiences, childhood friends. And family, especially a father and grandfather. 

The seconds of hang time between the bullet leaving the rifle and hitting its target carry an anticipatory eventuality. It’s one time, maybe the only time, that the mortality of a person can be measured. That feeling, that intimacy through such a vast expanse. In those seconds my dream of working undercover burned away, I didn't have the stomach for it after all. 

Part 2 picks up with our narrator caught in the aftermath of his debt. When his family is threatened he has no alternative but to play a role in a deadly bid for power within the very criminal element he yearns to bring down. Minutes before he pulls the trigger our narrator stumbles on a murder already committed

The guys made room in the booth. One of them with a hearing aid in a Tommy Bahama button up asked if I had ante to be big blind. I felt 7 sets of eyes turn to me. I should have recognized the look wolves give mutton. 

When a police cadet stumbles upon a dead body while repaying a mob debt, he has ten minutes to find the killer

You have something you’ve been working on. Or maybe you know someone who goes out and does their 9-5 and then seals themselves behind that door of creativity for a few hours every night. Or you are one of the rare lucky ones who has transitioned into writing full time and you have the ability to make your 9-5 your craft. Whoever you are, whoever you know, if they love writing Baytoday.ca wants to hear from them through Second Saturday Stories.

For the next fifteen minutes, Mike waged guerrilla warfare on the meat. Opening the lid quickly to assess, then flashing his spatula to move the burgers to the familiar hot spots.

Enter 'Below Freezing,' an homage to those of us who keep the barbecue on the patio 365 days of the year. The story conjures images familiar to any Northerner who's ever clutched a Maglight in the crook of their neck so they can see what they're barbecuing in that familiar 4:00pm blackness known as dusk in winter. 

Once parked on the middle of the lake the bandit was hesitant to leave the security of the first boat and sit in a sinking one, believing that it would be quicker to just shoot and dump him. But after pointing out that he was wearing a life jacket, and a cell phone waited for him, the bandit realized he would survive the likely sinking, only...it would be at a price.