Bellevue Square

by Michael Redhill

I made sure to check into the other Latin American and Mexican and Argentinian places. If she liked pupusas, Ingrid probably liked arepas and enchiladas and tamales, but not today, apparently.

When these pocket computers started getting common, old people like me catastrophized about how bad it was going to be, but we were wrong. It’s much worse. We’ve been looking at each other’s faces for a million years. But now you don’t see faces anymore. At night on the sidewalks of Toronto people walk around in the dark looking down into tiny lamplit rooms they hold in their hands.

Torontonian,