For My Patrons 🔒 : An excerpt of a memory

A photo of a rooster I took when I did some work on a farm in Nova Scotia back in 2015. 

Please note that this excerpt comes with a minor content warning for mentions and allusions to animal cruelty and abuse. If you choose to proceed, please do take care of yourself.


I was barely awake, eyelids heavy, outside flittering through the windshields. The rain fell in large, heavy drops on the metallic roof of the car. I fell in and out of wakefulness as Leif talked on and on about his childhood. He was rambling on to keep himself awake, sipping hot gas station coffee from a thermos and sporting what I ended up calling his “adventure beard.” He confessed afterwards being amazed our relationship survived that several days’ drive soliloquy. During my more wakeful moments, I remember his stories about summer camp best. He’d gone to theatre camp and been a part of the boy scouts. I learned that sleep-away summer camps depictions on television were probably fairly accurate. My closest run-in with going to summer camp had actually been a day camp when I was probably ten or eleven years old. I hadn’t thought about the experience in a long time — it was a horseback riding day camp that anybody who was anybody (or so it seemed to my kid self) in the village seemed to be obsessed with.

Gersande La Flèche

Gersande La Flèche

By day I am a writing coach & freelance English-French translator. By night (or rather by dawn because I'm an early bird) I scribble away at poetry, prose, and essays in one of my many notebooks.
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