Cotton Candy Girl

Part One of Three

The summer after she lost her innocence, the ground shook as what should have been Judy’s streetcar lurched past her on its tracks. This happened as she strode in front of the monstrous old Occidental building at Bathurst and Queen Street West. The structure had always given her the creeps, with its Roman arched windows and Gothic trim. Just as the streetcar passed her by, another woman screamed unintelligibly as she sprinted down the sidewalk, bleached blonde hair waving in the wind.