Gali Korshunova
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The Green Light District
Every time Jacques viewed the Saguenay harbour from his boat at night, he felt like he was looking at a very austere version of the Emerald City in the Wizard of Oz. Sinister with the fog lingering among the Fjords that rose from the St. Lawrence river like big black holes, seemingly engulfing everything in their path.
By Gali Korshunova9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Thing On The Menu
“Drama stirs when mixing caramel with chocolate…” No, scratch that. My inner monologue was keeping me awake through a miserable, rainy afternoon outside of the EAT ME CAKES cafe - my new customer. I was sitting inside at a splintering table, hunched over my yellow notebook, titled Busy Bee, with a steaming cup of marigold tea, which I brought with me in sachets wherever I went to sooth my regular stomach discomforts. Stomach ache was pretty much a regular companion of mine, probably, due to the case of excessive perfectionism that accompanied my work.
By Gali Korshunova10 months ago in Fiction