You know what a lone wolf really is, Thomas?” Vasily looked at me, then paused. We were somewhere over the North Atlantic, the cabin lights of the Air Canada Dreamliner dimmed to a ghostly blue. He stared down into his empty plastic cup, his eyes a map of raw, unfilteredContinue Reading
On maps, the ferry jetty was marked as a point from which people left. Maya had always thought it was the place where they arrived. She drove an Uber. Between rides she parked beneath the rain tree overlooking the water. The tea seller no longer asked what she wanted. HeContinue Reading
We often met at the gates of JK Residency, rather crossed each other. I, on my way out after a quiet hour at the bar and he on his way in, possibly for a long evening. At first, it was as if we wouldn’t ever notice each other – hisContinue Reading
{ Part 1 } I have always dreamt of writing a short story about my Victorian past. Not Victorian in time, but in spirit — a past with long verandas, iron railings, and the slow dignity of a world that believed in order. I studied only three years in thatContinue Reading
My alarm went off at 5:00 a.m sharp. There’s something about that piercing beep that always gets my heart racing, even after all these years. Honestly, my body clock would probably wake me up anyway, but I still set it just in case. Outside, Hamilton and the surrounding area wereContinue Reading
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BY THE RIVER: My Journey
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