Unexpected engagements. Misleading social markers. When they coincide, they crack the solidity of my own taken-for-granted assumptions. They raise questions and contain the potential to move me, transport me, to shift my perceptions.
My story entitled ‘Impromptu’ details such an encounter. It happened in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside. Here’s an excerpt:
Didn’t answer, but noted the grey chin-length curls atop his blazer and jeans.
An academic or a hippie-era activist, I pegged him, or a
radio documentary producer with a recording device up his sleeve.
The full story appears in Real Time—the nonfiction pages of Australia’s Pure Slush literary magazine. Here’s the direct link:
