Fragments

F

The TD sign grainily mirrored in a hotel-room painting.

“Commissionaire! Commissionaire!”, as a man berates an officer at Passport Canada.

“Where did you come from?” “The same place you did.” Barely overheard as the bus accelerates with an angry hum from its Downtown Eastside stop.

“All we have to do is get this bong back in one piece.”

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