He was supposed to meet his son by the dinosaurs. The T-Rex roared in silence, a monument to magnificent rage. He, by contrast, was a lesser creature entirely. His own fury not even bone, just an impression left in shale, the form long since eroded by years of being the bigger man. #WriteCBC

The man from pest control raised his torch before I’d finished opening the door, the beam catching spiderwebs laced tight across the hinge. ‘There’s your problem,’ he muttered, swiping them away. The threads crawled straight back. He wiped his hands. ‘If they start spelling words, call a priest.’