The collective standing of forty civil servants in unison either signals lunch or end of day.
When does a thought become a curse?
She had just started washing the cutlery when the phone rang.
Begin to deliver a verdict a long time coming: “Guilty. Guilty.”
The carols, decorations, and glitter drove Marko to anger.
Pete held the bundle of white cloth and in it, the rifle.
My eldest daughter lives in St. Mary’s Hospital psychiatric ward.
His ears buzzed—sound was returning to him.
As I write this passage in late September, there has been an unprecedented heatwave in Montreal for the last ten days.