New Stories
I originally wrote the following as part of a short story.
And so I found myself back in the land of my birth, that green and red turd floating in the gulf of St. Lawrence. It’s a quiet place, Prince Edward Island, the safe kind of place you want your kids to grow up. It has its own kind of people too, the kind of insulated xenophobes you can only find somewhere like that. When I was a lad, after telling her about how I’d gotten a prestigious scholarship to NYU so I would soon be moving to New York, a friend’s mother actually asked me, “Why would you want to go there, buddy? It’s not here.”
I had no idea how to answer that. Honestly, I still don’t.
I should try selling that to the PEI tourism bureau or something.