Kevin Craig ‘Both of Helen’s feet bled steadily as she walked. She fought to ignore the blisters making a nasty soup of blood and puss the heel of each of her merino wool socks. It was nine a.m. With each passing hour she lost a little more of her will to continue. She held on to the memory of her ex-husband’s laughter at the folly she displayed thinking she could make this journey. She carried her daughter Meagan’s doubt, freely given when she told her of her goal. Their lack of was perhaps the only thing left to propel Helen forward to Santiago.’ So begins the short that fully and completely consumed me for one hour back on March 20th when I noticed the quickly approaching deadline for the Writers’ Community of Simcoe ‘s Word by Word Short Fiction Contest . I had mulled it over in mind that I wanted to enter the contest, but never actually got around to writing anything for it. The Camino de Santiago had been at the top of mind for some time. The anniversary of to Santiago de Compostela was quickly […]