Victor Barr

“Abdullah go to suite 2905 and put on a harness. I need you to paint the bottom of the balcony.” A crackling voice came through Abdullah’s phone. “What’s that boss? I think you said a harness? Outside on the balcony?” Abdullah looked down at his iPhone and checked the number. Read more…

Mom stood at the door and stared longingly at her daughter. The little girl was no longer a small bundle of joy and excitement. She was now a blooming teenager filled with emotions and turmoil.  Where has the time gone? It seemed like only yesterday mom was holding her little Read more…

Barrman stood at the bottom of the towering glass and concrete structure and looked skyward. The bottom of the balcony felt like it was a mile above them. He prepped the stage and looked over at the young Spaniard standing there. The unfinished spot stood out like a blotch of Read more…

Today was Cinco de Mayo, May the fifth 2021. It’s a day like any other day in much of Mexico, in the rest of North America it’s an excuse to drink Tequila and Cervezas. For the last five years, our next-door neighbours have had a party to celebrate the day. Read more…

We walked down our front street breathing in the fresh spring air. It felt like a pause in the race life has become lately. I have been busier at work than I have been in almost two years. My job rigging swing stage has exploded and life is suddenly going Read more…

Sunshine gleamed on the Okanagan Lake as the calm waters beckoned me. It was time to get on the water and take Serendipity to her slip at the Manteo marina. Warm spring air filled the valley and I felt the energy of the day. Captain Rob has been hard at Read more…

A glow echoed in the distance blocked by the mountains. Beaming from behind its earthen cover, a sliver of the moon shone towards the sky. I stared in anticipation and awe as it crept rapidly upwards. The man in the moon stared back down at me, his face appeared over Read more…

Muhammad stood looking at the shore, his stomach churned with emotion. A musty smell clung to him like an obnoxious blanket. He watched as the small boat approached, he stood on the bow of the MV Aman, his home for the last four years. That boat represented freedom; the freedom Read more…

Sidhu grabbed his father’s hand and held it tight. Rasping breaths struggled to bring in more oxygen, the young boy held on pushing his fingers deeper, willing his dad to live. The boy’s mother was gone into the hospital three days before, they heard nothing more. He hoped to see Read more…