The Cat’s Table by Michael Ondaatje 8 min on the Ossington 63 southbound I remember the smell most. The sweetly rotting smell of dead. I was eight years old and I knew instinctively when I walked in that something was dead and the something was Bree-Anne’s hamster. I knew too, that Read more…
Macleans (May 28 2012 issue) 8 min @ Sunnybrook Hospital, D Wing The bottle is squat and clear although the liquid is a gritty murky brown. The masking tape label is more offensive to Lena than the odor. She knows this bottle is the reason she is so particular about the Read more…
The Book of Madness and Cures by Regina O’Melveny 5 min on the bed, Toronto The eight minutes felt like an eternity. Jocelyn sat still despite the starched lace poking into her skin. The first time she had worn the collar, she had stretched her neck to adjust it and the Read more…
Lush Life by Richard Price 5 min @ Dark Horse Espresso Bar on Spadina It was a soft sound, barely human sounding. Roger thought not even the smaller human could make a sound so small. Her whisper soft grief echoed in his ear. He cradled her head against his chest and felt Read more…
Half Blood Blues by Esi Edugyan 8 min @ crafted on ossington Beulah May never figured it. How could you know a body sixty years, and then never know the moment, the one moment that they were gone. Right here the same bed they done shared every night. Beulah May Read more…
The Imperfectionists by Tom Rachman 8 min in bed Under the bed is full of my dead hair and clouds. I wonder how long I will have to wait here before Miss comes to rescue me. It would be more comfortable if this was a week that Marisol came, the Read more…
A Visit From the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan 8 min. @ The Mascot on West Queen West Sheila had kept the hair wrapped around the little carved figure for two weeks now. She was careful to make sure she removed it from under the pillow when she got up. Read more…
Rush Home Road by Lori Lansens 5 minutes @ crafted on ossington “Holy mother of god! She’s lost what’s left of her mind!” Serena’s words exploded out the cell phone. Catelin regretted having it on speaker hone. “I think it’s perfectly reasonable for me to throw myself a party and Read more…