Dom pushed his pirogue away from the levee and decided it would be the last time. [Read More]
About A.M. Laissig
Flash the Northern Flicker
“My goodness, Flash. You’re a mess.” Flossie, his mate, began to pick small bits of grass, and who knows what else, from his ruffled feathers. “What happened to you?” [Read More]
A Guardian Spirit (Short Fiction)
“Daisy, come quick. He’s back.” The small, shaggy-bearded man danced a few steps in excitement.
A woman moved her girth sideways, through the screen door, letting it slap shut. Frizzy dark-rooted blond hair framed her splotchy sagging face. She snatched the binoculars and trained them on a distant stand of trees growing across Cape Falcon. [Read More]