I let go of the man’s heart and removed my hand from his chest cavity. The corners of his mouth rose and a peaceful smile spread across his face. I strolled across his living room and out onto his balcony. The expanse of Lake Ontario lay before my feet, and to my left and right were nothing but voices of longing. “Hear me O Lord, Praise Thee Allah, Help me Jesus.”
I followed the voices through the streets, north, east, and west, along the streetcar track veins, underground and over-ground, even above my head in the sky, everybody longed for something: food, jobs, friends, safety, love, excitement, meaning, fulfillment. They suffered and screamed in my ears, and finally I jumped.
Labels: 2007, Fiction, short story, Toronto
Thought I'd share some happy news and a link to a great new publication, the third issue of which features the learned writing of yours truly:
[If you click on the above picture it will take you to the website. Fancy no?]
The article itself is not available online, so you'll just have to order yourself a hard copy. Look for 'Exclusive by Design'.