August 24, 2010

Frances Gapper

Looking out

Opening the kitchen door on her hands and knees in the dewy early morning, Lizzie noticed the scent of honeysuckle, then somewhat painfully adjusting her position to peer around the door frame, she saw a couple of pale yellow flowers perched on a tendril that had wound itself over the fence from next door, also she noticed how from this low place the garden looked  mysterious, winding into an unknown future beyond the purple clematis on the shed, and remembering her tiny walnut tree, grown from a nut, she thought she would go out later—the step would be the hardest bit—and turn the pot around, to help it grow straight.


Frances Gapper's stories have been filmed in Barcelona, made into art in Manchester and displayed in a festival tent in Saskatoon. A couple can be seen at

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