fist sized hole

Competition Two Shortlisted: There’s a Fist-Sized Hole in the Kitchen Window by

It’s that kind of day where you pray for a whisper of a breeze to kiss the beads of sweat that sting your eyes. You don’t move a muscle, lying on the dock, fingers trailing in tepid water. The lump of a secret too huge to swallow grows in your throat until you think you’ll choke. You squint at the bruise-coloured sky, blinking back tears caused by sun and sweat and nothing more ’cause it won’t do to cry.

Days like this go on forever, time slowing down until nothing matters anyway—if the day never changes then you won’t have to find out what tomorrow will be.

But the day does end. The humidity breaks and crashes with a rumble that shakes your bedroom window and wakes you from a restless sticky sleep that’s not sleep at all. Everything is blackness. You hear the lake getting angry, getting whipped into a frenzy by hot winds that want to tear off tree limbs and lick at loose siding until it rips away like a band-aid.

In the kitchen, relentless rain comes driving in to puddle on the linoleum. You sit up in bed, listening to the power and the anger, and remember camping with the cousins when it poured and you could hear the pop and hiss of beer bottles and hushed conversation while all the little kids slept and the parents huddled under a tarp around the fire laughing too much. That gentle, steady rain didn’t turn into a tempest until everyone was crammed into the station wagon in the morning with damp clothes and sopping gear and you looked into dad’s eyes reflected in the rear-view mirror and tried to forget the voice you shouldn’t have heard leaking through the sodden nylon.

“No, stop, please . . .”



Alyssa Bushell lives and writes at the shore of Lake Huron in southern Ontario. She is newly hooked on flash fiction, having long worked as a commercial baker.  Alyssa is working on her cozy mystery novel and can often be found baking up new ways to procrastinate. Find her at: @WritesAly or

Photo – authors own



Posted in

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *