A woman, casually dressed in a red blouse and brown peasant skirt with white polka dots and ruffles, stands on the steps of a church. Although it’s sunny, her beige Tilley hat hangs down her back, the cotton string tight against her throat. She strolls to the curb, glances right and left, and then walks back to the stairs. She is looking for something or somebody. Just then a man strides by, his royal blue Tilley hat squarely on his head, the string fastened underneath his chin. She stares at him, but he keeps walking. It is hard to imagine these two as strangers.
Published by Ele Pawelski
Ele Pawelski managed human rights projects in danger-pay-locales for a decade before moving back home to Toronto and turning to fiction to ground her experiences. She has published stories in the Nashwaak Review and Globe and Mail’s Fact and Arguments. Still an avid adventurer, Ele keeps a bag packed for spontaneous trips, adding to the 70-plus countries she’s worked in or visited. She’s not opposed to eavesdropping to develop a story idea.