Month: October 2013

One day in the late 1970s, a boy was biking along a little stretch of New Brunswick’s rural route 108 in the small farming village of New Denmark, along the Salmon River. His bicycle was a blue and rusty hand-me-down CCM girl’s bike, handed down from an older cousin. He’d learned to ride himself, without … Read more

Hoof Torps (not his legal name) knew the people in the walls were watching him work out in his condo’s gym. He’d always suspected something skulking about in there, but today he was positive. “I can see you,” he said. This resulted in two things. First, the cute girl doing keegels  in his periphery immediately … Read more