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Half-heard, chapter 5

You can open Northwood’s plant- and petiole-covered basement window if you ever want to. You would just skulk down the narrow driveway between them and the neighbours when pedestrian and car traffic is quiet and drop yourself to the ground. The window’s latch has been broken since the day Trevor forgot his keys and had […]

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Half-heard, chapter 4

Welnot didn’t believe at all that Trevor Bognetti was capable of rubbing one out into the kitchen sink, but it was not like Bong-yetti was really much of a paragon of virtue or anything like that. Though an unassuming, pathological people-pleaser who would give a pint of his type O to anyone who asked, he […]

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Half-heard, chapter 3

Alex arrived home from a weekend visiting his parents outside of the city and was dropped off at an absurdly early hour before the onset of light, earlier than expected.  And as far as anyone else knew he was totally alibi’d up, ruling him out as the one who would gun his Bavarian into A.’s […]

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Half-heard, chapter 2

A. was leaning over the sink when he turned up to Alex with that I-have-something-to-say tautness to his shoulders. “How was the weekend?” “Oh, it was fine. Just making it back now. Yours?” “Yeah, fine, fine, it was fine. Listen though Alex, can we talk about something?This morning I came into the kitchen,” A.’s face […]

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Half-heard, chapter 1

Past the endless acres of trees topped with iridescent red Honeycrisp, Cortland and Northern Spy rattling beneath bellies of blue skylines littered with low-hanging clouds along the banks of the Cornwallis River lies kms and kms of invasive weed: black campion, creeping buttercups, coltsfoot, lady’s thumb, wormseed, ragweed, toadflax, purslane, ox-eye daisy—expanses of unwanteds province-wide. […]

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