A collection of short stories based on the author’s interactions and observations of real people in real parts of Canada. Names changed to protect the innocent, guilty and everyone in between.
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Arlene sat alone at the metal table on the outside upper deck of the ferry, drinking vodka from a little bottle with a hand sanitizer label.
Her legs were shaking from the cold and two hours sitting in the car with Frank waiting for
some space to have a drink.
Arlene loved the calafacient sensation of vodka in her throat and esophagus. She called it “lava trickling back in the volcano” to like-minded friends, but hated the judgment or sadness most others showed when she did, almost as much.
