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The wind blew with great velocity outside, but not a single blow seemed to affect Gian’s house. Apparently, all houses are tightly insulated in Canada. Which is unsurprising because I used to live in one of these years ago. but it came as a strong surprise to Kyo, who complimented the warmth of the inside as soon as she entered through the front door. After our reunion, Gian turned around and met the company. She immediately recognized Trigman. And he continued to introduce his husband, who was les that enthusiastic with his greeting. Kyo on the other hand was hesitant. When all was said and done, Gian offered us a bed and warm dinner at her place. We all hopped in our car and followed her through the downtown on this small town to a closed alley. There were nine houses and a cul-de-sac. Gian’s was fourth, on the right side of the street. We parked our cars in her driveway and followed her in her dimly lit house. She gave us a change of footwear and guided us t...

The view outside of the windows was gloomy. Gray clouds covered the skies, banishing any ray of sunlight to touch the ground. It was almost dark in the afternoon. The pace of the day really didn’t match the time. Two thirty-four P.M. All four of us were in the blue SUV, driving towards a town called Osoyoos. We had just crossed the town called Hope and were on the wavy highway. The speed limit was Eighty kilometres per hour, but Mappa drove at sixty, much to the chagrin of anybody who followed us. But I believed he was driving on this road that was cut in the mountains for the first time. Also, the endless ditch on our side was reason enough for him to restrict himself to safer driving. The car behind us honked once again. Thrice in the past ten minutes. I had been keeping count. And I had flipped him off the past two times. I decided to stick to my ritual. I rolled down the window barely enough to squeeze my hand out of the car. Chilly air flooded the air t...

The morning arrived and the alcohol wore off. I woke up to the shower running. It was not Kyo, who slept next to me. It was not Trigman, who slept on the couch. It wasn’t Priscilla and Harman, who had just entered the room without knocking.  “A little knock would be nice,” I said in my barely woken state. Priscilla had what seemed like a cup of coffee in her hand. I was thankful that she didn’t decide to sip on beer first thing in the morning. She was wearing a white robe and big wayfarer glasses. “I was just wondering when you are going for your crusade. And if Mappa would accompany you guys,” Priscilla said. She walked over to me and forced me to make some space for her in the bed. I budged and she forced herself. Harman took a seat next to the asleep Trigman. “We’ll probably leave by the afternoon. I still have to talk to him about that. What will you guys do?” Priscilla took a sip out of the coffee cup and said,” Harman found two clubs who were eager to...

The morning sun peeped through the large windowpane. The soft warmth of sunlight hit my face as the sun struggled to find its place amongst the thick, black clouds. it was the dawn of a new day, and I felt usual after surviving another night on this planet.  I slowly opened my eyes to somebody poking on my skin. My body ached as I tried to move my joints. A crumbled body on a couch was not an adequate example of a night well spent. When I came to realization that it was my wife, Kyo, who was poking on my right thigh, I jolted for a second. I came back to the realization of where we were and what I was doing. Slowly, everything came back to me. What I had done last night, and what was to be done in the future. “Kyo, why are you up so early? Go back to bed. you still are suffering from jet lag, right?” “No, not really. I was unconscious for the most part, so I don’t remember too much of last thirty-eight hours. Frankly speaking, I’m not to keen to find out anyway...