Category: Stories
-
James de Bree
Read More: James de BreeA Story by Herman de Jong about a McMaster university student finding peace and love on the island of Terschelling — his (and Herman’s) ancestral home.
-
The Elephant Beastie
Read More: The Elephant BeastieOn the edge of our bathtub is a little green elephant. It has stood there since the children were small. My wife keeps it there to hide the soap behind it.
-
~ The Raisin Bun
Read More: ~ The Raisin BunMy wife and I are well matched. We are both getting into our sixties and live in a prosperous city in Canada…at least one with a Dutch shop. I was born Jan Jansen and my spouse is called Tiny here, but was born Jantina Klazina.
-
~ On Holiday
Read More: ~ On HolidayOn a beautiful spring evening, the four of us sat behind coffee. Gradus and I are rather taciturn, so we just listened to the women. Emma doesn’t say much either, so we listened most to Liesbet.
-
~ How it Turned Out
Read More: ~ How it Turned OutTo my great surprise, I was sent the booklet “Opa Dekker in Canada” six months after my stay in Canada. Whether I would please read it for a while and then give my permission to have the booklet printed. Well, that was fine by me!
-
~ A Nice Sunday Afternoon
Read More: ~ A Nice Sunday AfternoonOnce upon a time, there were a boy and a girl. The boy was five and so was the girl. They were twins who looked nothing alike at all. The little boy, that was Klaas, had black hair like his father. The girl, Melissa, had blonde hair like her mother.
-
~ Joop
Read More: ~ JoopNo one was ever to notice that I had been in the barn. More corpses might not be buried there, but the people from the FBI Laboratory could still show up. That’s why I didn’t break the padlock with one of the tools for changing tires.
-
~ The Weather Turns
Read More: ~ The Weather TurnsI would often go and play the organ in church now. I preferred that to studying. I wouldn’t pass the final exam anyway, even if I threw myself into my studies. Rehearsing four years of study material from unfamiliar textbooks was an impossibility
-
~ The Sign Cap
Read More: ~ The Sign CapThe only joy I experienced during those long study evenings was looking forward to Saturday. The little farmhouse had become my actual home. The silence of the uninhabited world at the bottom of the dyke calmed my soul and the happy girl created a joy in me that lasted throughout the week.
-
~ Blackberries
Read More: ~ BlackberriesOne day in late August, Liesbet and I, Arie, were taking a drive through the beautiful countryside of Drenthe. Our dog Jasper sat neatly in the back and looked out of the window monotonously. But when the ride got a bit too long, he started to whine softly. He just needs to get out, said…