A boy being taught to fish by an old man catching his last. A master in mindfulness meditation achieves a lasting state of morbid equanimity. Death's lullaby written by society at large. God in the machine. Love at the end of the world. Read early works from Tom and see glimpses of themes that would influence later publications!
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Tom grew up near Winnipeg, Canada where he studied literature and philosophy at University of Manitoba. He worked in northern Canada as a fishing and hunting guide and bush-plane pilot. Tom now lives in Tofino on Vancouver Island.
Mostly things don’t live up to your expectations, nevermind your memories.
After decades have passed, a husband and wife return to an old-favourite restaurant in a small town on Vancouver Island. But the menu selection is nostalgia and the patio full of flies. Is there redemption in tiramisu?
I worked on this story between novels and I’m really happy with how it turned out. I like Susan. She’s cute. I might even have a little crush on her, whatever that means, given that she’s late-sixties, early-seventies and a figment of my imagination.
Update Dec 15 2022 Paul Cezanne painted Mont Sainte-Victoire over sixty times. In his still life “Dish of Apples” the background napkin is shaped as that mountain. Was that intentional? Or had he become so obsessed with that subject that its shape through his subconscious began to manifest in how he saw the world? I wondered why he would obsess over the same mountain. To capture its changing beauty through the seasons and over the years? Or did he want to try different painting techniques on the same subject? Or did he believe that he never rendered it the way he wanted to? I thought an interesting short story could tell of an artist obsessing--nearly trapped--by a particular subject. Trapped because he did not know that what he was trying to render was not inherent within it. What would it take for him to be freed? Sometimes I know where I want the story to end before I start it, but this time I didn’t. You can read Still Life for free in my continually updated collection where I introduce readers to my work. The link gives the option of subscribing to my monthly newsletter. If you check out my work, I truly hope you like it.