Bloor Line, ready for spring to become summer

Black woman, mid 20s, fresh-faced, with short black hair pulled into tight ponytail, wearing black t-shirt and jeans.

The Malice Box, Martin Langfield (Penguin UK)

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A figure appeared in the bathroom doorway, holding up a bedsheet between them. He vaguely saw what he thought was a woman's silhouette behind the sheet before it flew at him, covering his face and chest. A hand came behind it, forcing his head under the water, forcing the wet sheet over his nose and mouth.

That morning, she left without a jacket, grateful it would remain warm enough into the evening that she wouldn't need one, saving herself a few extra dollars and precious minutes in line later that night at the club. Shortly after 1:00 a.m., the music stopped and the manager spoke from the DJ booth. Not to worry, there were extra cabs on order. Everyone would get home, safe and sound. The transit strike was on. Her pockets empty, her friends already gone, she started the three hour walk, cold and in trouble.