The Internship

"That's the girl," I whispered to Ant, using my chin to point at an event tent across the harbourfront. "And that guy behind her is the manager, the one who interviewed me." "Really? I didn't picture him to look like that at all." "I told you, he's all tall and spindly. Kind of looks like…

The Song

I sought refuge from the pouring rain beneath a bus shelter in southeast Bridgewood. The skies were dark and wide open, forming puddles all around me. The bus was characteristically late this evening. The flimsy plastic surrounding me was doing a subpar job shielding me from the sharp howling winds, the mist hitting me hard.…