Disappointment requires a certain degree of reflection, and this place was by far too vast and overwhelming to start any of that. I was busy trying to walk down the road in a straight line and keep myself from becoming inebriated by a profuse sense of higher madness. I wanted to descend, be submerged in this nation’s essence, cover myself in its camouflage.

OMA (Short Story)

His grandmother stands in front of the mirror, and studies herself. Her hair is grey, but there are still black streaks in it, even at her age. She has an enormous bun of hair attached to the back of her head. The bun is covered with netting and attached with pins. He look at it in wonder. So that is what happens with hair. It can come to you from the inside, it can come to you from the outside. It’s all her hair, his mother tells him when he asks her. But it’s a collection of all the hair she has lost over time. Sort of like a reclamation project.

Rain Will Fall

Jared Halcoyn’s first novel RAIN WILL FALL
The story of one man’s fantastical journey of hope into the heart of India

‘It might just take a nightmare, to make your dreams come true’

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TOOTH (Short Story)

Ruth and Michael’s wedding had been in the making for months. I was given the honour of delivering the wedding address. By mid-day, many of the great and the good of Denver had filled the auditorium, and the bride and groom took their places of honour on the front row. As I looked out over the crowd, the occasion felt like a book-end experience. I knew almost everyone here in some capacity.

As I stepped towards the foot light, I glimpsed Ruth and Michael in their decorated seats.