Toronto Journal

TIME CAPSULE. It was in visiting the interior that we always suffered most. I will here narrate a single circumstance which will convey a correct idea of the sufferings to which the Indians were often exposed. Narrated by Drini Cami.

FICTION. The sun always wins. By November, the threat of hurricanes usually goes away in South Florida, and the monsoon gives way to a brief patch without the daily threat of rain. Narrated by the author.

FICTION. The boy had gotten up to look out the window five times in as many minutes when his father told him to sit still, he was making him nervous. Narrated by Anthony Salvalaggio.

FICTION. I first encountered the sticky stuff in a grocery store parking lot. I was just about to get in my car when I saw what I thought was a rather sizable chip in my windshield. Narrated by the author.

FICTION. Tommy Cobbledick got a pellet gun for his tenth birthday. Danny Robertson got a pellet gun for his tenth birthday. Narrated by Drini Cami.

FICTION. The wax hand on Fiona's desk lies palm up across articles she’s ripped from magazines, leaflets for family days out, and to-do lists without everything ticked off. Narrated by the author.

FICTION. We're at a near-empty wine bar at Fifty-Second and Tenth. She takes off her hat when she sees me. Narrated by Erica Salvalaggio.

FICTION. I'm sliding the scale into my backpack and Kelly is looking at the bag of coke in her hand like it’s a crystal ball when I say, I guess there’s a snowstorm on the forecast, which isn’t remotely funny. Narrated by the author.

FICTION. I went to the pianist's debut at Franklin Hall, the most prestigious hall in this town. Narrated by Brigid Cami.

FICTION. He met her at the butcher's shop where she lined up behind him alongside the counter, waiting to pay. Narrated by Erica Salvalaggio.