Geraldine MacDonald
Bio
Geraldine's work has appeared internationally in newspapers, magazines, textbooks, medical journals and websites. She's presently a scientific translator and flash fiction judge for a national literary magazine.
Stories (4)
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Sun, Sand, and Sea
I was baking in the long-awaited heat of the tropical sun, one arm draped over my eyes and glorious drops of sweat trickling down the backs of my legs, when he tossed the book onto my bare belly. He was always doing things like that: provoking.
By Geraldine MacDonald5 years ago in Humans
Soldier of Fortune
New York, in 1965, was all about the hustle. Tom Barclay and his friend Joe Egan were stuck in hot debate over that very notion when the city abruptly went black. Not your average nightscape dark like a nearby streetlight burning out or clouds momentarily eclipsing the moon; but pitch dark, as if the earth had been swallowed by a black hole. The only light visible from their usual bench in Midtown Park was the burning orange tip of Joe’s umpteenth cigarette that Tom was presently focused on.
By Geraldine MacDonald5 years ago in Humans
Unveiled
Everything is still dark. The constant drum of muffled chatter from the main hall continues on as usual. From time to time a ruffle of sheets can be heard. Machines beep. A cough. Heavy breathing. Moaning. And that smell, always that sanitized smell, like clean death. The hall grows louder. The door to the wing opens. Footsteps, heavy but calming, approach. SHING, the curtain one over to the right opens. There is a moment of silence.
By Geraldine MacDonald5 years ago in Families
