An excerpt from “Trouble and Strife,” by Johanne Levesque
I go for a leisurely walk to deliver my letter. I see furniture on the side of the road covered with an orange plastic tarp. I wonder if it is moving day for these people or eviction day. I make sure not to walk under a ladder. There is enough bad luck going around these days.
I stop for a moment and lean on a telegraph pole to remove my rounded toe shoe with wide thick heels. I rub my aching foot as a fine looking police officer rides past me on his beautiful horse. Eugene says he cannot justify spending the seven cent street car fare just to post a letter.
As I resume my walk I can see the lavish Toronto skyline, the domed building of the Royal York Hotel, the tall skyscraper that is the Bank of Commerce Building, and the tower clock of City Hall. Their grandeur is such a contrast with the flood of hopelessness I witness as a horde of down and out men in hats and long overcoats of sombre colours such as maroon, black, brown, and navy stand at the Yonge Street Mission food line that stretches around the street corner. I observe the men’s hats; they distinguish between those who used to have and those who had not. Hats won’t matter anymore. What protection from the bitter cold will a fedora afford this winter?
I read the menu on the board for today: Rice pudding, soup, tea, and bread. This is an unfortunate time. I see the appalling conditions of starvation and physical anguish prevailing in the faces of the men who are being tried beyond human endurance.
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