China Lily factory sign, Leslieville

The bottle came out when we ate stirfry with rice. Its elongated, giraffe-like neck stretched upwards from a fat base stickered over with the distinguishing canary yellow and black label. The inky blackness of the bottle’s contents stained the glass and the inside of the plastic cap a muddy brown, while sticky dribbles from wayward shakes adhered ...
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Red currants

It is 8:45 a.m. on a Saturday in July. I descend the steps of the 504 streetcar at the intersection of King Street West and Jarvis. As I wait for the light to change to allow me to walk south towards Front Street I observe the knots of people already clogging the sidewalks in amongst the outside vendors at the ...
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