Sometimes a story begins not with an action, but with a stillness.
A pause.
A breath.
A moment when something unspoken stirs.
That’s how many of the stories in Threads of Light arrived—softly. As if they’d been waiting, not to be explained, but to be witnessed.
Today, I want to share a short excerpt from one of the stories in the collection: Still Here: A Queer Love Story. It’s a winter night in downtown Toronto. Two young men. One shared cigarette. A moment suspended between grief and something like hope.
They sat cross-legged on the sidewalk, backs against the shelter wall, steam rising from their breath in little clouds. Cars passed in a hush of rubber on snow. He handed the cigarette back without speaking.
“You ever think you’re still here by accident?”
The other boy didn’t answer right away. Just looked up toward the orange glow of the streetlight.
“Maybe,” he said. “But maybe I’m still here on purpose.”
Stories don’t need to be loud to leave an echo.
I hope this one lingers.
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