The Doubt Point

I have hated them for as long as I can remember. They are lazy, entitled, and otherwise useless creatures that arrogantly waddle about Campus defiling the air with their repulsive din. Some say they are what make the University of Waterloo’s campus unique, yet I see them as nothing more than a disease, and why…

An old man, wrapped in a lint-covered wool coat, sat on a dewy bench beside a young girl with sparkling eyes whose feet couldn’t quite reach the ground. One of them was a stranger, and one was not. They were alone at the edge of a cornfield. The dark rows stretched endlessly into the evening…