Description: MM - Writer | Editor
It was just past three, but already the sky was dimming in preparation for another long winter night. Golden light leaked from the fur store’s barred windows. A discreet sign advertised: Sydney Glaserman Furs. Western Canada’s Oldest Furrier. Read more in Dark Winter Lit
When I get back from washing clothes in the stream, a classic white Chrysler Imperial has pulled in next to where Cal and I are camped. Hanging our dripping t-shirts and shorts on the line, I imagine the driver’s a glamour queen straight from Mad Men, a Marilyn Monroe type with frosted lipstick and tight capris.
But the woman who drags herself from the driver’s seat is nothing like that. She’s dumpy, with stringy yellow hair and a sunburned face. Two miniature versions of her hop from the backseat. . Read more in the Raven Review