Annabelle Chvostek

Stimulus 3: “I’d rediscovered the secret to life” It was a raw, dull time of year, nearing the end of November, the kind of drizzly, self-pitying November day when every grain of sand stands out clearly. The frosty clamp of the Canadian winter was just about in full effect, but this day in particular blew its wet emotional gusts all around me. The abrasive flashes of sunlight poured through a blackened sky. I was back at Sentinel Secondary School for my brother; I found it looking strangely newer