Kendall Defoe
Bio
Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page.
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Stories (551/0)
Rubber Ball
After the car was packed up, Robert Fowler looked over the map and decided to leave before it got too dark. It was a very warm summer and he did not have to carry too many items this time. He wanted to move in for the week planned and did not want to get lost on any of the side roads indicated on the map. Instead, he planned to get there by late afternoon and hopefully he would be able to convince the local townsfolk that he was not a bad guy at all. It was a plan; not that he was thinking too much about plans and small towns. This was a job. This was something he had to do.
By Kendall Defoe 11 months ago in Fiction
The Stop
“Gonna be a hot one, t’day.” “Yep.” “Hmm…” The fly-speckled screen door was flapping lightly in the summer breeze as the last one walked in. That was Sal, an old-timer who still drove his Chevy up to the gas station-café every morning to get his regular cup of coffee and scrambled eggs. Chester and Mitch were waiting for him, already digging into their second cups of coffee and muffins they liked for their breakfast. It was warm, moving quickly to humidity as the sun crawled patiently over the horizon. There was not much else for that sun to move over in this town. Going through our little space, if you blinked, you missed it. Chester would always say that when he got the chance (every other hour if he wasn’t checked); Mitch had to make sure the pumps were working (a joke most of the time since they averaged one customer every blue moon – another favorite saying they passed around). I was just running the café, trying to keep this stupid place going for some reason related to family loyalty and the fact that I liked these bums. At least they never asked for credit; they were all set up somehow (Mitch had the job; Sal his pension; Chester some money from the military and that injury he played up when it got cold). And they were back.
By Kendall Defoe 11 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - July 2023
Living in a Fantasia
A confession here: I have only completed my third day volunteering with the Montreal Fantasia Film Festival. I had promised myself to write more than the daily entry in my private journal. This was for many reasons: 1) I had never volunteered to help with a festival before, and I could think of no other way to get involved with one beyond travelling to Toronto, New York, or parts of Europe for such an event; 2) my summer was winding down and I could not bear to just plan a new course with my own calendar and outline from a new textbook (always more to learn); 3) there was not much else to distract me, besides online teaching and the distraction of my cellphone; and 4) I wanted to know what was going on behind the scenes. So…
By Kendall Defoe 11 months ago in Geeks
