{"id":148,"date":"2012-09-21T22:09:50","date_gmt":"2012-09-21T22:09:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/?page_id=148"},"modified":"2026-05-28T20:56:11","modified_gmt":"2026-05-28T20:56:11","slug":"fiction","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/writings\/fiction\/","title":{"rendered":"Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!-- Page-list plugin v.6.3 wordpress.org\/plugins\/page-list\/ -->\n<div class=\"page-list page-list-ext \">\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/writings\/fiction\/lisa-young\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Lisa Young\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/6\/2019\/03\/Lisa-Young-pic-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Lisa Young\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/writings\/fiction\/lisa-young\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Lisa Young\">Writings \/ Fiction: Lisa Young<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Good Morning \r\nMarsha\u2019s eyes opened. A grey light poured from the window. One of her hands was on Darrel\u2019s bare back, the other behind her head. She must have slept in, because she felt so well rested. But the clock on the dresser said 8:30 a.m. It was...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/writings\/fiction\/shannon-joyce-prince\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Shannon Joyce Prince\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/6\/2019\/03\/Shannon-Joyce-Prince-pic-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Shannon Joyce Prince\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/writings\/fiction\/shannon-joyce-prince\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Shannon Joyce Prince\">Writings \/ Fiction: Shannon Joyce Prince<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">The Place beneath Falling Stars \r\n(novel except) \r\n\r\nMy grandmother stood differently after she saw the world end. 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A white jasmine flower was in my right hand while I twirled around to the songs pouring out of the stereos from the outdoor caf\u00e9s. When I danced ...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/writings\/fiction\/nirushan-sivagnanasuntharam\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Nirushan Sivagnanasuntharam\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/6\/2019\/03\/Nirushan-pic-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Nirushan Sivagnanasuntharam\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue17\/writings\/fiction\/nirushan-sivagnanasuntharam\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Nirushan Sivagnanasuntharam\">Writings \/ Fiction: Nirushan Sivagnanasuntharam<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Sungitha \r\nI met Sungitha the way I never want to meet a girl \u2013 through a friend of my mother\u2019s. 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