Beneath her parka and scarf, Natalie was sweating profusely, from the
effort of carrying this goddamn rug through southern Ontario’s especially
dense, grainy brand of snow, and from the anger that threatened to send
her spiralling into an unholy fit of rage that would send woodland animals
scrambling for cover. She imagined that when she got home she’d be peeling
off everything she had on and tossing it in the dryer. The coin-operated
dryer which, like everything else in her life, she had to pay way too much
for. Yolanda was still openly wailing when they finally reached the door of
their apartment ...
Bio:
Emily R. Zarevich is a journalist and writer from Burlington, Ontario. Her work is featured in Local News Burlington and Jstor Daily.