John Steckley

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“The Night of the Blackout” by John Steckley

The Night of the Blackout The lights in the movie theatre had just blacked out. The screen was not in view. I could not even see it from where I was sitting, despite being six rows up from the front. And there was an emptiness inside me as well, as I was sitting all by myself, or so I thought at the time.  This night’s theatre experience had not started in that way. I had walked in as part of what I believ...

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“Are You Going to Be Long?” by John Steckley

“Are you going to be long?’  “I think maybe so. I have a lot of work to do here. I can’t rush it” “Okay, I’ll go downstairs then.” This interchange has become something of a ritual between my wife and me. We’ve even performed it in our local bar, much to the laughing delight of some of the customers who know us well, and know about my strange writer’s sanctuary. The Ritua...

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“You Know How I Recognized You?” by John Steckley

You Know How I Recognized You? I am a police officer who specializes in doing undercover work. In all modesty, I got the gig because I am good at being hard to recognize, being anonymous, non-distinctive. The clothes I wear in the drug-dealing, prostitution, mugging area of this fair city is instrumental in my blending in with the environment, and being hard to remember, like a crack in the sidewa...

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“The Nature of the Job” by John Steckley

The Nature of the Job Jack’s Thoughts Jack was in his car, almost at his destination, and he was muttering to himself: ‘So I wanted to become this great nature photographer, but I end up, weekend after weekend, if I’m lucky, being a wedding photographer. At least the site of this wedding could be a beautiful one, a park between a forest and a lake. If I’m lucky, I might be able to se...

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“An Unusual Pair” by John Steckley

An Unusual Pair They are an unusual pair. One flies high and with his acute vision can spot food that even some of those on the ground might not see. The other doesn’t rely so much on his eyes – nose first, ears second and eyes third. And yet, despite their differences, they get along just fine. The one provides food without trying to, which the other steals and always get away with it.            T...

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“Returning Home” by John Steckley

Returning Home People will think I’m crazy if I tell them what I am about to do. That would even include my husband. He understands a lot about me, but not in matters such as this. One day – maybe soon, he will. The house we are thinking of buying is just what we want in so many ways.  It’s old enough to be classy, but not so old that it needs or will soon need repairs done. It’s in the countryside...

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“The Lowest Rated Restaurant in Town” by John Steckley

It was Paul’s first Friday night in the new town to which he had just moved. The company that had hired him promised him a better job than the one he had worked at for ten years in the big city that was his hometown.  He felt that his life was going to change for the better. He was going out to dinner. Friday night dinners in restaurants had been established as a ritual for him over a very long time.  H...

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“The Church of the Past” by John Steckley

The Church of the Past The year was 2016. My wife and I were taking a drive in the country with no particular destination in mind, open to anything that we might find and explore. But, as we would suspect sometime later, perhaps there was more to it than mere travellers' whim. Perhaps the word 'destination' contains the word 'destiny'.            We had driven down country roads for ab...

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“Dimitro's Diary” by John Steckley

Dimitro’s Diary          December 1, 1905I can’t sleep. I am so excited. My mother gave me this journal that in English is called a “diary”. She says my life is starting again so I should write about it. I practice English every day. I will write in English. It is my new language.           We are on a ship crossing the Atlantic Ocean. We are leaving our home in Kiev ...

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“All in a Dream” by John Steckley

All in a Dream Dreams that Came True Harry wouldn’t describe himself as a superstitious person, or as being particularly quirky in nature. But there was this one thing. He believed that his dreams gave him hints and predictions about his future. Once, a dream told him when he was looking for a job, that he should buy the local paper that morning. Sure enough, when he did so he found ...

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“Giving It Up for Good” by John Steckley

A Drive in the Country I am driving out into the countryside with my good friend ‘Stan the -Stang-, my mustang which I bought long years ago when I was 20. He was my first car. I hope that if I take care of it properly it will be my last. I almost wish that it could be buried with me. Maybe just the rearview mirror.  I remember so well the first drive out here on the country roads with Sta...

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“A tip of the cap” by John Steckley

A Tip of the Cap Frank was incredibly excited when he had been told that he was finally going to get his big chance in major league baseball. He was 29, so this might be the last time he would get such an opportunity to ‘make it’. The team’s regular right fielder had injured himself making a diving catch, and would be out of action for at least a week. Frank had to impress the owner, the coaches a...

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“A Casual Act of Bravery” by John Steckley

My Opinion of the Event It happened in a matter of seconds. I behaved as I think anyone else would. The reporter called it an act of bravery. I don’t think that was 100 percent true. And I definitely wish that the picture had not been taken at that particular time, with me ending up appearing on the front page of the local newspaper. I looked ridiculous, almost obscene. Still, sh...

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“A Blink on Venus” by John Steckley

The First Event Henry Hopper looked up at the star-like planet as he did most nights through the telescope that could be considered a companion. What he saw on this night was not the usual, but the unbelievable. There was a blink on Venus. That was the best term that the astronomer could come up with for what he had seen.  It was like the planet was a giant eye, partially opening up to be seen lik...

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“The One I didn't know.” by John Steckley

Darlene’s First Thoughts After She Discovered It This boggles my mind. I cannot believe what I just found, a box with something very special in it, something very, very special. It is fitting that the box is shaped like a heart. On a Flight Too Late She was one of my grandmothers – the one I didn’t know. Betty lived on the other side of the country...

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Author bio

I am a retired college professor who researches and writes about Indigenous languages and cultures. My specialty is the Wendat/Wyandot language.