

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.
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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.
