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The Severing of Ties
Elizabeth Lount paused in her labour, mopping the sweat from her brow, sweat that defied the cold November wind that whipped about her. With Samuel gone, the older boys manned the blacksmith shop, and the brunt of the farm work had landed on her, leaving 15-year-old Mary to maintain the home. Elizabeth looked longingly to the open road… she expected him back any day…. she needed him back yesterday. Continue reading
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Mounting Tensions
The air in the room was thick despite the crisp night. “It has to happen tonight!” Spittle flew from William’s mouth, his eyes glowed with a strange passion, hair wild in the evening candlelight. “I am so sick of talking. It’s high time for action. You gentlemen know well what I’ve been up to. I’ve been throughout the countryside, and I tell you, the people are with us. They feel it. They are just as sick of all the bureaucracy and red tape as we are, probably more. You should see the size of crowds at these rallies. Continue reading
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The Beginning of the End
“There is nothing new under the sun,” William Lyon Mackenzie growled as he paced the parlour floor, sweat trickling down his neck. He loosened the collar of his white shirt now limp with moisture and mopped his neck with a kerchief. Isabel Mackenzie rocked steadily, her hands busy with knitting needles, watching him pace. “All around us there is corruption. I fear to hope that this election will produce anything good.” Continue reading
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Forever is Too Good to Be True
“I used to believe in forever, but forever is too good to be true.” Dianne’s whistle died in her throat, and she sighed to herself as she watched Bill hurrying down the hallway. Winne the Pooh had a lot of life figured out. She picked up her mop and wrung it out in the pail. A grey film covered the hot sudsy water. Adjusting her grey cardigan to sit properly on her shoulder, Dianne paused her mopping to reflect on what had just happened. Continue reading
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Teaching is Not Filling a Pot; It is Lighting a Fire
“Teaching is not filling a pot; it is lighting a fire.” Bill slowed his movement as his eyes focused on the motivational placard sitting on the corner of his desk. He had placed that placard there thirty years ago, on his first day of school, a fresh teacher, eager, inspired. Bill sighed, took off his glasses, and briefly rubbed his temples with his thumb and middle finger. He was weary. Continue reading
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Good Things Come to Those Who Wait
“Good things come to those who wait”, Jim thought to himself as he tipped the shrieking kettle over his battered mug, adding hot water to his instant coffee. Continue reading
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Peanut Butter and Jam Sandwiches Were Just the Best Snack Ever
Peanut butter and jam sandwiches were just the best snack ever, Stanley concluded to himself, smacking his lips as he licked the extra goodness from his stubby fingers. He could eat them all day. Continue reading
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Edgar Walked to Work That Day
Edgar walked to work that day. As he had almost every day of his employment at the First National Bank. Determined to keep everything as ordinary as possible, he worked hard at looking casual while inside his mind was in a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Continue reading
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The Patterson Family #17
Celia had always been a firm believer in ‘God moments’. Brief moments in time where God’s hand shows itself in miraculous ways, altering the course of history through a perspective change or physical action. Or inaction in this case. Continue reading
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The Patterson Family #16
“Okay boys, I need you to crouch down and stay exactly where you are. We’re coming to you.” William’s voice was strong, full of authority, devoid of the emotion he experienced moments before. Continue reading
