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PROLOGUE

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April 25th; my birthday. I opened my eyes to my 65th year of living a wonderful life. Lying in bed, not yet stirring, I looked out through my fifth storey window; the reward and magic of my life was apparent in the things I saw. Below me, bordering the river, barren trees stood waiting for that first brush of warm weather, protecting their leafy buds until completely sure that winter’s frosty hand had been withdrawn. Above, a flock of gulls soared majestically, riding the thermal currents formed from newly heated patches of dark earth uncovered by the receding ice and snow. In between, dark and dusty buildings awoke and stretched, unburdened by the many months of cold, and ice, and snow; elements that would have killed any entity more human than they, over the same period of time. And stretch they did, turning lifelike before my eyes. One resembled a dog, no, was a dog, rising and stretching from his sleep on a soft white pillow.

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Bathing Gen Thong

ElephantIn a staggered line we followed the dusty trail through bamboo fields. Those of us with partners walked side by side, a few bound hand in hand. Introverts made an extra effort to walk alone, rabidly avoiding the perception that they were bound to anyone. Most were quiet in anticipation of their final destination. A young couple chatted in exuberant anticipation of their long anticipated bucket list item.  Continue reading “Bathing Gen Thong”

Patrol Cabin Cookbook

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It’s 9:48 am on a bright sunny day in July, 1980 in the northern Manitoba town of Wabowden.  Home to about 500 residents at that time, Wabowden was also the regional office of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and the largest whistle stop for the Canadian National Railway travelling between The Pas and Thompson. Normally if I was patrolling in town, I would park my police car alongside the tracks as a train moved slowly into the station.  I enjoyed watching the faces of tourists staring out of the train car windows, curious as to why this specific town was located in the middle of seemingly barren land.  But today, I was a waiting passenger for the scheduled northbound stop at 9:52 am. Continue reading “Patrol Cabin Cookbook”

Chasing Rabbits

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It was nine o’clock on an evening in late October and darkness had long since fallen on our normally sleepy town. Earlier, a full moon and thousands of stars had provided natural light to a section of town that comprised the business district; a car repair shop, the municipal hall, the post office, the bank, a general store and a car dealership. It was a mixture of private businesses and government institutions that were all considered valuable to the integrity of the town; indeed the region.  Continue reading “Chasing Rabbits”

CRUMBS

via Daily Prompt: Crumb

CRUMBSA noise woke him from his sleep. It was after midnight and the house was dark except for a shadow of a light somewhere downstairs. The noise was a shadow as well, of someone doing something in a quiet way, so as not to disturb. But this subtle noise was what woke the man, likely faster than a car horn blaring from blocks away. This was his house; he was attuned to its voice. Continue reading “CRUMBS”

Malcolm

 

diverHis return was sudden and unexpected. I had been standing on the dock overlooking the calm waters of Dorothy Lake. It was quiet as I stood alone and reflected on the circumstances that had brought me here. The surface of the lake was flat like glass and the rising sun cast artificial colour on a surface that I knew in truth to be murky and cold.

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Jigger Justice

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Six in the morning and the phone is ringing on my bedside table. I reach for it and answer without even opening my eyes; such is the learned talent and skill of a police officer “on call”.  In 1974, many detachments lacked the number of officers required to work 24/7 shifts. “Quiet” times were always covered by off-duty officers taking calls. Continue reading “Jigger Justice”