Robert Dawson teaches mathematics at a Nova Scotian university. His stories have appeared in Nature Futures, AE, and numerous other periodicals and anthologies. He's an alumnus of the Sage Hill and Viable Paradise writing workshops.
The sun was so hot, and the two full wooden buckets weighed so much! No matter how Tallie held them, their hard handles, salvaged Old-Time wire wrapped in rawhide, hurt her fingers or her palms, and every time she stepped carelessly, another gout of the precious water would slop out into the dust and filth […]
Kennit Martin charged into the playground like a tumbleweed on a mission. "Hey Jeff!” he yelled, still thirty feet away from me. “Steenrud's bought a whole gallon of gasoline!” He gulped air. “I was at the post office when the creeper came! He said he's already put the wheels on!" I threw my boomerang down by […]