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Submitted to Contest #283
Autumn, 1991. Ottawa. I hadn’t seen Sophia in months, and it felt like a lifetime. We’d known each other through our families—Slovenian immigrants who had somehow found each other in the maze of life. I was visiting for the weekend, a brief escape from the hustle of Montreal. We were planning to catch a film and maybe hit a few clubs. But before any of that, Sophia had to stop by Bouclair, where she worked part-time. I waited outside the store, hands buried deep in my pockets, when I first saw her. Kaitlin. She stood by the door, her jet-bla...
By December, Montreal was buried under a heavy coat of snow that had been piling up since late October. Grey slush lined the streets, the result of salt and traffic grinding the once-pristine snow into a dirty, icy mess. The biting cold cut through even the thickest coats and the endless scraping of shovels and snowploughs provided a constant backdrop to city life. Holiday decorations were everywhere, but their cheer felt commercial, more of a reminder to spend money than a celebration. The air smelled faintly of exhaust and wet wool, the ki...
Submitted to Contest #282
In 1988, I met a man who I was convinced I would spend the rest of my life with. It wasn't just a feeling; it was a conviction etched deep into my soul, an unshakable certainty born from the dreams that had haunted me for a year before I ever saw his face. The first dream always began the same way: I was walking up several flights of stairs, each step echoing in an empty, shadowy stairwell. At the top, I would be met with a voice—his voice, though I didn’t know it at the time. The questions came fast, disjointed, and demanding, as thoug...
I owe you an apology. Not the kind of apology you might expect, but one rooted in all the things I stayed silent about, the battles I didn’t fight, and the times I let you believe this was normal. Not because I was wrong, but because I let it go on for so long. I should have stopped it sooner—for myself, for the children, for all of us. You deserved better. I deserved better. But the truth is, I didn’t know how to stop it. It wasn’t until I felt completely cornered, stripped of any alternative, that I realized leaving was no longer just an o...
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