Sailing in a Concrete Boat

Abstract

Outside Caleb’s classroom window snow is falling. Again. Always falling. As if the town of Morrow’s Cove is constructed inside a glass sphere that anyone, any time, can turn upside down and shake in order to activate winter. Curtis Anthony’s father is hauling logs across the harbour, the only man in Morrow’s Cove who doesn’t use a snowmobile, hauling logs in a horse-drawn sleigh. Like a Christmas card. Curtis Anthony is pretending to read his geography assignment, searching for the South American country that exports the most bananas, but like Caleb, he is watching his father. So is everyone else.