Chapter One Medicine Hat, Alberta June, 1978 Neil watched Stephanie leave the school with Joanne and Iris and as they walked down the steps and strolled toward the bus stop. He couldn’t help but feel horrible after what had happened. How could he have acted like such an idiot? He had never behaved in such a manner before this. What had ever possessed him to make such an erroneous mistake? Earlier that day Stephanie had be...

I would like to relate one of the most amazing and fantastic incidences of my life. I can’t speak for anybody else, but as far as I’m concerned, nothing in my wildest fantasies would ever have come close to what I’m about to tell you. Before I begin, it would help to know that my life at the time of my story, was in a somewhat state of recovery. At the time I was in my early forties and by necessity, was working at a Safe...

She sat alone. Stark naked, all huddled up with her arms wrapped around her knees. She sat on the chair with her face and head obscured by her shoulder length, unkept hair. A perfect picture of solitude, but nothing was perfect. Far from it, she had been crying for the past hour. Susan had had a tough life. Being brought up by a single uncaring parent, she had more than her share of heartbreaks and hurdles over her thirty...

“You have a sister,” she said matter-of-factly. “What?” she exclaimed, as her heart began racing while beads of sweat rimmed her brow. “Yes, according to our records, you have a sister… a twin,” the clerk continued in the same dead pan tone of voice. As she turned away from the counter and walked aimlessly toward the elevator, her mind raced through all the probabilities, potential problems and consequences. She hadn’t co...

The day I met Julia, I was alone. On a cloudy, dull, cool, damp early spring day in Manhattan, I was mindlessly walking up one of the busiest streets in the world among the hookers, pimps, honking taxis, busy shoppers and theatre people hurrying every which way, but I was alone. As I trod up Broadway towards Central Park, I was numb to all the sounds that surrounded me. It had been four years since Frank had died, but his...

My name is Kathy and my story concerns the summer I was staying with my aunt Alice. My Mum and Dad had gone on a cruise and so it was with great trepidation that I was bordered with my mother’s sister on her farm in the lush mountains of Vermont for the month of August. At the tender age of sixteen I had just finished my last year of high school and had been accepted to one of Vermont's finest colleges, just south of Burl...