Janice Garden Macdonald
Bio
Janice Garden Macdonald lives in Canada with her husband and dog, Rufus, where they keep watch over a wetland conservation area.
She authored The Plainness of My Fall, a collection of award-winning short stories and Diary of a Real Kid.
Stories (4/0)
The Plainness of My Fall
I am sinking fast. Soon, my bony corpse will rest on the bottom of Little Doe Lake. An undertow of alarming strength has taken hold of my ankles. The knot in my hair has untied itself. I am a tropical fish in tap water, stunned motionless by a sudden drop in temperature. I am a ridiculous, purple-bellied pantsuit unable to rise up against the lake—my lake. A spire of green water encircles me. My mouth opens and out pops another torrent of bubbles. They jettison to the surface and fly away unnoticed into the early evening air.
By Janice Garden Macdonald2 years ago in Fiction
Why Waste Good Beer?
Why Waste Good Beer? Sometimes, for no apparent reason and completely without warning, a picture comes into my mind. I am reading a book, The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and suddenly, I see myself from above, the ceiling perhaps, in my granny glasses, reading out loud to George. We are both quite grey. I am kneeling on the carpet by his slippered feet and I place my head on his lap and I feel his broad hand stroking my hair so gently and with such affection, that I want to cry. But it is not real. And I awake from the daydream with a start, several paragraphs down the page, Robert Louis Stevenson’s words quite lost to me, even though his writing is flawless.
By Janice Garden Macdonald3 years ago in Fiction
The Man With the Elvis Face
At first, I was annoyed when the man with the Elvis face squeezed between me and Rick. I watched him slip a sawbuck into the bar-top poker game and order a tequila. Then, to my surprise, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black notebook. “Can I have your autograph?” he asked, with a lip-curling grin.
By Janice Garden Macdonald3 years ago in Criminal
Animal Workout Playlist
If there's one thing I can live without, it's watching other people exercise. I don't want to see stretchy workout clothes on lithe bodies bending and bouncing with the dogged determination of a -- well, of a dog unless I can do the moves myself. Which I can't and never could.
By Janice Garden Macdonald3 years ago in Beat
