No Holiday for Psychics
The true crime books made it worse. My mind got to be a blender of murders.
This tea is too hot. This tea is too wet. Get me my boots.
Find me, find meDo not let this happen! Do not let it happen to you!
This is not my parent!
Not my parent!My name is Emily, I am six! I do not know this person!
Peas peas, hot dogs, peas
Hello. We’re here to help
HiCome on, give me a bag.
Help, no, help, no no no no no
He might as well be dead. Why bother?
I know that,but he's not dead yet, he's still here.
If you’re going out, be careful. I am careful.
Not my parent. Not my parent
I'm a Canadian writer. My first novel, All True Not a Lie In It, won the Amazon.ca First Novel Award and the BC Book Prize for Fiction. Several of my short stories have won or been listed for the CBC Short Story Prize. Other pieces are at Hazlitt, The Walrus, The Millions, etc. My next novel, My Name is a Knife, will be published in summer 2018.
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