Richard Stanford

"The boy arrived on our street one day without a name and without a past. It was the spring of 1950, a hot humid day in the east-end of Montréal where the aromas of pure coke, tanning dye and railway dust welcomed the morning. I lived with my parents on St. Clement Street, two houses up from the train tracks." https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ A short story from Richard Stanford April 2023