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Short Story Submissions

The Bureau de la présidence du conseil de ville and Poetry In Voice/Les voix de la poésie Finalists from the EMSB

Life of a Montrealer II
by Jeffrey Ha, Westmount High School

Five forty-two, the streetlights stream through my half-closed blinds,
A dull glow on peachy clouds, cotton in the sky.
Waking, my eyes drift around the room, a slow mind trapped behind.  
The crack, of rested joints, pierces the song of the alarm clock,
A sharp and quick beat.

Then, the plastic snap of the alarm ends that constant hum, as
inconstant birdsong fills the room.
That symphony too, was stopped,
the scream of an ambulance, low then high,
Startled cries echoing through the vacant, empty streets.

As I exit my home, I trudge on to station MacDonald, 63,
The brisk morning air and sun peeking over the rooftops.
A moment’s passed,
the bus comes, gravel crunching,
a nimbus trailing behind.

I board, entering the cabin, dry and hot, the engine hums as
the gears whir, the windows,
Grey paintings, misty, changing.
I turn from the window as the engine coughs,
A push and tug, by Hillside Lane.

The crossing welcoming a stream of school goers, even when the lights glared red,
The screech of the grey doors as they swing wide,
Followed by their crash, click as they close again.
Here I am, to begin my day, here at Westmount High.

When Winter Hits in Montreal
by Emily Morris, LaurenHill Academy

There is nothing quite like
Winter in Montreal.
I anticipate
   It's First Snow Fall.

The snow that comes
Spills easily;
Catching onto eyelashes

Come nightfall
The dying lanterns
Leave in the snow
   Their orange patterns.

And in the air
Your exhalation
Clouding from your lungs;

When Winter hits
The greying skies
Project themselves through
   Blizzard eyes.

And footprints left
To lonely streets
Disappear under the
   Fresh snow sheets.

Our Winter comes
Just after Fall.
The subtle charm of
   My Montreal.