When the north wind blew across the tar ponds, voices were carried away.

Repression. Her therapist, Dr. Solomon, loved the word. He’d say it slowly, letting it roll off his tongue. Sometimes he’d add a chin stroke for good measure. He always looked pleased when he did this,...

I might be the hazardous waste site that polluted it, but Cape Breton Island is still my home.

You think what I’m doing is cruel, sadistic, but it isn’t… you aren’t even a real person, you don’t understand.”Alecto said nothing back to her.The television screen faded to black and Mandy just sat there...