Me and my Computer

Recipe: One part of nostalgia, two parts of imagination. Add ice, stir, do not shake. Pour into Martini glasses and enjoy. I’ve been a widower for nearly three years now. There are times when it’s very lonely—but I’m not trying to bring back the past. When I have those depressive moments, I usually descend four steps to my tiny office and sit in front of my computer, eyes on the screen, fingers on... read more

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

I should warn you. This is not your usual short story. It’s more taking you on an imaginary investigation. Don’t panic, however. It’s guaranteed to be painless (well, more or less) even if it is puzzling. I’m not going to tell you anything you haven’t already observed. Go to that tall hall mirror to check it out. It reverses your image so that your right hand becomes your left and vise versa.... read more

Reluctant Bride, Chapter 4

Synopsis: You may remember that when I left you two weeks, Illona and Lorne were descending the slippery slope to marriage. Lorne’s mother had not only approved but assured Illona that Lorne would make a good husband, and eventually an equally good father. The only spike sticking out of the slope had been an obnoxious chap named Bill. By unbelievable good luck, Bill had been arrested in the actual act of... read more

Reluctant Bride, Chapter 3

PLEASE READ CHAPTERS 1&2 FIRST. On the appointed day—they had arranged to leave for Montreal on a Friday and return the following Tuesday—Lorne and Illona boarded the Via Rail train and settled into their comfortable seats in mid car. The train left the station with barely a shudder. For the next few minutes they were entranced by the passing scenery, of first the port, then glimpses of Lake... read more

Reluctant Bride, Chapter 2

Lorne had chosen the Panagea Restaurant on Bay Street for his first date with Illona. It was perhaps not THE restaurant in town but the cuisine was exquisite and it was quiet and cozy. He had picked Illona up and left her off at the front door while he parked the car. On returning, he was delighted that the maître d’ had ushered her to a secluded corner and he joined her. The waiter, Peter, hovered and... read more

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