For a piece of flash fiction, there's almost a sensory overload in David Stewart's "Eau de Newfoundland" and this is a very good thing, indeed!
You get the smells (of the Atlantic-- which is one of the things us ex-pats miss the most), the visuals (majestic icebergs), and the sounds (I'll save this one as a surprise).
Plus, it's got charm and humour. It also features the word Newfie, which tends to rankle some feathers, but not me when it's used as it is here, without malice or connotations.
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