By James Wayne

Paul Blanchard had lived his entire life in Coldwater and had only ever travelled as far as Halifax when the need arose for a purchase for the farm. Halifax was an hour drive away which, when the roads were empty and Paul managed to get some of the traffic lights green could be travelled in fifty minutes. It was those days Paul knew he was lucky and felt confident he could find what he came for on sale. On a day in September four years earlier he had made the trip in exactly forty-seven minutes. Continue reading “Marie”