The newest Walrus e-single, Corpse, is the story of a wintery Friday night gone awry when a young boy goes deer hunting in an urban park. A humorous meditation on absences, death, and, of course, love.
THEN MAURA’S KID, Malcolm, thirteen, was standing there.
‘What are you two laughing about? Tell it to me.’ He thought they had a joke. He was holding a yew bow he had fashioned that morning, along with a carbon steel–bladed Opinel knife, number seven, and a relatively straight stick, maple or oak, the women couldn’t tell.
‘Close the knife, darling,’ Maura said, and gave him that look. ‘Rules,’ she added.