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2nd December
2019
posted by amber

Silent Night

Don woke from his nap. The perfect nap. An afternoon of Christmas eve nap alone in the house while his wife and children shopped.

He and Nancy always joked that they had the most practical arrangement – he went out every day and earned money. She went out every day and spent money. An old-fashioned marriage. A happy marriage. Twenty years and three great kids.

He woke and the house was dark and quiet. It was late, past six. Their Christmas eve chile simmered in the crock pot. What was keeping them so long?

He checked the phone for messages, then called all their cells. If the system had been down, he wouldn’t have worried – that happened a lot – but every phone rang. And rang and rang. That was odd.

They’d taken the big car, but he still had the little truck, so he headed out to the mall, noting some houses in the neighbourhood were dark, some had lights, but he couldn’t see anyone inside, or any sign of the carollers who usually came around. Nor were there any other vehicles on the streets, which was unimaginable.

The mall’s parking lot was jammed with cars, but again, there were no people to be seen. He threw caution to the wind and parked in the ‘No Parking’ zone right next to the front doors. His wife’s favourite shop was Continental Ladies’ Wear so that’s where he ran first, his footsteps echoing in the wide empty concourse. Continental was empty, but the legs of a fallen woman extended from inside one of the changing rooms. Heart in his throat, he flung open the door only to find what he should have recognized – the legs were stiff and plastic, a manikin.

Don’s next stop was the specialty hardware store where he knew Nancy planned to buy the tool he’d asked for. He didn’t run there. He trudged. He didn’t know where everyone was but this mall with its festive music and over-abundant holiday decorations was clearly deserted.  At the hardware store, as empty as he’d expected, he tried his cell and found it dead. So was the telephone behind the counter.

He went to an electronics store, hoping to use a radio there to see if there was any sort of emergency broadcast, but that end of the mall had no power. He decided he’d return to the parking lot and use the radio in his truck. The entire mall was dark and quiet as he headed back, and things seemed different – many of the decorations sagged from the walls, the fountains were dry and dusty, merchandise spewed from shelves and racks onto the floor.

When he opened the doors and saw the wreckage lot of rusted and burned out hulks, bones strewn about, he remembered everything. He jumped into the truck and drove towards his house, hoping he wasn’t too late.

This was the anniversary of the day he’d been woken from his Christmas eve nap to find the house too quiet, too empty; the day he’d driven to the mall to find a raging battle in the parking lot, a battle from which he’d barely escaped. The day he’d found his family waiting on his front lawn when he returned, in the company of the very group who waited now, alerted to his presence by the lantern he’d carelessly left lit.

The carolers, slavering and staggering, flesh hanging from their faces and arms, their clawed fingers reaching toward him.

2nd December
2019
posted by amber

Dear friends,

I am staying in a cottage on Gabriola Island for two weeks while I work on my novel, Fire in the Hole, the second novel of a mystery series. The first one was Firekill. It’s somewhat discouraging to be writing the second when I have not yet been able to find a publisher for the first, but it is what it is. We have to keep writing.

I have had some encouragement with a recent sale of a long story to Dimension6. I’ll update you as to when it comes out.

At the moment, my schedule is to think, walk and write, so this is a perfect place for that. I can gaze out to sea as I think, I can walk along the road looking out to sea, then come home and write.

A friend, Kathy Steinemann, has asked me to post a Christmas story, so I’ll be re-posting one of my 365 Stories. It’s a little dark, but fun.

Keep writing!

 

 

8th May
2014
posted by amber

After being very diligent about submitting stories over the winter, and having them come back to me in the ‘rejection’ box, I was feeling low but at last there is good news with my story ‘Transported’ accepted for an upcoming issue of Penumbra e-magazine.

3rd March
2014
posted by amber

I know I haven’t updated this website for a while – I’ve been busy over the winter getting stories off to potential markets and working on some new short stories to submit.

But I thought I’d share this wonderful quotation from the great series, Deadwood, for you to ponder -

“The world ends when you’re dead. Until then you have more punishment in store. Stand it like a man and give some back.” Of course, this was uttered by Sweringen.

My other favorite line from Deadwood is “Hide the offal in the shepherd’s pie.”

4th October
2013
posted by amber

Dear Friends,

I’ll be participating in
Hinton Loves Culture Day
Saturday, October 5

The event is being held near the old firehall, by the rec centre and library.

I’ll have a table with my novels on display and available for sale and author signing. And please bring first line suggestions for some flash fiction stories to be written while you wait!

A celebration of the Arts in Hinton. This one day event will feature local entertainment, heritage displays, children’s activities, and unveiling of the 2013 Wall of Celebration – Mayor’s Evening of the Arts recipients.
Schedule of Events:

12 noon – Wall of Celebration unveiling & Mayor Welcome
12 noon to 4:00 pm – Arts Appreciation BBQ
12:30 to 4:00 pm – Entertainment (Ed Meding, Four Way Street, Emma MacIsaac, Fox Creek Dancers, Marilyn & Terry Bird’s band, Sydney Waddell, Primrose)
12 noon to 4:00 pm – 100 year Historical Pump (Richard Tanner)
12 noon to 4:00 pm – Art Club & Quilters’ Guild open for viewing (upstairs)
10:00 am to 2:00 pm – Break-A-Leg Theater Workshop (Firebays)
12:00 to 4:15 pm – Historical Displays (incl. Fish & Game, Trappers, Historical Society, Aboriginal)
4:15 to 6:00 pm – “Prairie Tales” film screening (Arts & Culture)

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