My mom slides the final gift under the tree. It’s covered in lights and ornaments, short and withered from years of neglect.

“There.” she says. “Sorry, love.”

It’s a thin rectangular box. The thing looked fairly hefty when she was holding it, if you believe you can truly tell how…


“I feel no real reason to live.” you said.

I sat for hours thinking of what I’d tell you that could have even a small chance at changing your mind. The scrambled letters floating around inside my head, however, refused to pull themselves together. …


Alex stands outside of the musty apartment building lobby, only a large glass door and a few feet separating her from her boyfriend, Brad. His back faces her as he stands at the mailboxes. He tries his key in three separate mailboxes before realizing his own was two columns to…


I set the final cup down and reach across the small wooden table for the vase that may as well be the pitcher. Gripping the slightly wet glass, I carefully fill all four coups, and sit down in place.

“Thanks, Joey.” says the woman who may as well be my…


He picks up the remote and mutes the television. Jaw clenched, shoulders slumped forward like a flower aching for water, he lifelessly stands in front of the couch.

“Fuck”, he mutters to himself, exasperated.

This is the way he stood when she left. The scene plays in his head like…


A Narrative Essay by Joel Verrier

I walked home that day. I felt happy in Victoria, and grade nine was a write-off. I was in no rush to go anywhere.

The spring season set in, but the chilling breeze that forces its way under my clothes and pricks the skin…

Joel Verrier

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store