Some of you may have read some of these previously so I hope you will enjoy a second read. These little stories test me so And I apologize for the formatting, I just cannot figure out how to fix it.

• BIRD ON A WIRE
• Wooden clothes pegs in mouth, cold-reddened hands pinning laundry on the line. A meagre sun seeps between frustrated clouds.  She carries the stiffened clothing gloveless, her tiny frost-bitten feet shoeing deep Ontario snow back into the house, the incisive eye of one lonesome bird on a wire her undoing.
• DON’T EAT THAT
• Don’t eat that, Joe said.  Danny swiped melon juice off his chin with one sleeve. Do you know humans eat two pounds of dirt before they die? Joe glanced from Danny to the watermelon, flicked off the ants and bit in.
• |RECURRING DREAMS  
•  People race to safety of churches on hills…