Within the last five years, Leanne Dyck has been published in Island Writer, Kaleidoscope, Canadian Stories, Icelandic Connection and Island Gals magazines.Follow Leanne's author journey by visiting her blog
Leanne Dyck has been published in the following
Knit Together (2003, 2007)
A Needle Pulling Thread (2008)
Island Writer (winter, 2009, summer, 2010)
Kaleidoscope (winter/spring 2011)
Canadian Stories (December, 2012)
Icelandic Connection (Volume 65, No. 3 (2013) )
Island Gals (Volume 3, Issue 2 (2013) )
Flavours of Vancouver: Dishes from Around the World (2005)
Knitting Notes: A Journal of Knitting Memories (2006)
Manitoba Child Care Association (1992)
The Islands Independent (2008, 2009)
To read Leanne's writing, please visit: http://authorleannedyck.blogspot.ca/p/work-in-progress.html
Leanne is actively building her author platform.
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(First published in Island Writer Literary Journal)
He found the note on the breakfast table. There it was beside his scrambled eggs and toast. He picked it up and read it out slowly. It was Saturday – he had the time.
Piss off! You heard me. Leave. I don’t want you around. I don’t have anything for you – no money, no booze, no nothin’. Isn’t it bad enough that I’m trapped in this tin piss can without you tormenting me? I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone. I’m just fine on my own, thank you very much. I don’t need your help. I don’t need your pity. If you stay, one of the two of us is going to get hurt and I can guarantee it won’t be me. So get the hell out of my house! Why are you still here? Are you deaf, dumb and stupid!
He smiled. Smiled – at such a note? Was he insane?
Maybe. He did, after all, love a writer. That required some degree of insanity.
Yes, he smiled. He smiled because he knew her writer’s block was over. Thor had found his hammer. The angels had found their harps. And his wife had found her muse. All was right with the world; she was back at work.
As if dancing on sunbeams, she floated into the kitchen. “Did you read it?”
What did he say? What could he say? “Um... yes. Yes, I did.”
“Well, what do you think?”
“I know." Her entire face shone like the sun. "I’m not sure where it fits yet. But that doesn't matter. I've started. That's the hardest part. Starting." She joined him at the table, her hand smoothing the paper. "Sometimes it’s like assembling a jigsaw puzzle. Only you don’t have to find all the corner pieces first. You just have to find a piece.”
Yes, he had to admit, it did help to be a little insane.