Coranne is in a polyamorous relationship with genres of poetry, lit fiction, CNF, and fools around with fine arts on the side. She is a graduate of SFU Writer's Studio. Favorite thing is a good road trip to loosen up the creative muscles.
Honking the horn three times was the official indication I was open for business. I cranked the door wide, stepped down, and set up the sign with the picture of an owl with a monocle lens and a book under its wing. It was a wise and studious symbol for the bookmobile bus that dropped by this wheat kernel of a prairie farm town not yet grown up enough to have its own library. Someone once said I bore a resemblance and in fact was sometimes referred to as The Owl Lady.
The Winemakers Guide to Falling in Love
Cherie felt like a salted caramel; sampled and replaced, then perhaps traded for a maraschino cherry. Online dating is, to quote Forrest Gump, one big box of chocolates without a five-star rating system, or a comment section equivalent to Trip Advisor. And one shouldn’t assume that making a date stops the date-ee from scrolling to the next gourmet chocolate in waiting. Cherie knew she might be seen as plain among the forest of false eyelashes and a seductive mountain range of cleavage peep shows. She hadn’t resorted to that type of self-promotion. She herself wasn’t looking to endlessly compare truffles to creams; just a good guy to hang out with, a smart one who likes to get outside and have a good conversation.
The Bucket List
Wool socks… a couple of plaid flannel shirts… jeans… a single burner camp stove… night goggles… hiking boots… legal documents, lots of legal documents. Newspaper articles telling of the undercover sting operation that laundered money for people who brought American dollars back in exchange for prime Canadian hydroponic weed… an old passport… a driver’s license in someone else’s name that I hope he didn’t kill anyone for.