STORY

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

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

By the time Maya turned thirty-eight, she had already learned that modern relationships came with user agreements nobody read carefully until after emotional damage occurred. Some men shouted, some disappeared, some attended therapy twice. One boyfriend once slapped her during an argument and cried before she did, which felt deeplyContinue Reading