PUBLISHED IN ROOM, FIRST PLACE IN 2010 FICTION CONTEST
It’s late May when James arrives in Rose-Marie, fresh from Antigonish, where he lives now. He shows up without fanfare. Without flourish. Without so much as a phone call to let me know heâ€™s coming. He is simply, suddenly, standing before me in the grey light of a late Monday morning. He flicks on the overhead lamps, which I prefer to leave off on days like today, and makes his way behind the counter to hug me.