Every day, at 3 pm, the car was there.
On March Break, the Art Gallery of Mississauga and the Mississauga Library System hosted TELL ME A STORY: An Art-Inspired Creative Writing Workshop for Youth. Participants, aged 10 – 19, were asked to choose from a selection of works from the AGM’s Permanent Art Collection, or the AGM’s current exhibition, Lila Lewis Irving: Con Spirito | Retrospective. The AGM provided captions for some of the works, to inspire imaginative storytelling. Participants were given 30 minutes to come up with their stories.
The inspiration for the workshop came from Chris Van Allsburg’s Chronicles of Harris Burdick, which features short stories inspired by Van Allsburg’s illustrations and created by writers such as Stephen King and Lois Lowry. Thanks to the support of Thomas Allen Ltd, ten of the participants were also given signed copies of Chronicles of Harris Burdick or the original Mysteries of Harris Burdick.
Tom Forrestall, Ebb-Tide and Waiting (ed. 45/150)
From the AGM’s Permanent Art Collection
Tide, Ebb and Flow
Every day, at 3 pm, the car was there. The driver would always get out of the car at 3:20 sharp and dump a small garbage bag into the dockside. Later, a man in a 78 Lincoln Continental would come by to pick it up at 4:00 pm. I knew it was none of my business, but I have been watching this even take place, from my house by the dockside, for over three years. It was starting to take over my life. They had to be doing something illegal, the look of fear on the driver’s eyes whenever he approached the dockside was confirming his suspicion. Were they drug dealers. No! that wasn’t it. If they were, what were they dong here this was a very rural town with a population of a thousand. I had been slowly collecting evidence of these activities, photographs of the drop-offs and pick ups and the people too, but no solid evidence of anything illegal. I needed to find out what was in the bag. So the next day in the 40 minute interval between the drop off and pick up I seized the bag. At my house I discovered that the bag was filled with documents and floppy disks. THe documents and disk drives ranged from nuclear missile blueprints to White House security details, basically any government secrets. Of course! Those men weren’t drug dealers they were spies. I quickly phoned the police. A few days later the newspapers were filled with articles about one of the biggest spy ring busts in history.
Ebb, Tide and Waiting
By Saif Sibil
On August 12th 1998, the first grandson from the ebb’s family died. He was a 24 year old named Khaled. He was a very passionate kid who had a dream once of becoming a soccer player. Him and his dad were driving next to Lakeshore, and they stopped by the water. Suddenly, the son had a heart attack and he died. Since then, the father came to the very same spot and stayed there for 20 minutes every day. He also left the driving seat empty as if his son was there with him. You can also see the tire tracks of their car when his son was driving 7 years ago. One day the mother and the rest of the family decided to stop the father from going there; the more he goes there the more he is going to get hurt. So they tried to convince him, however, it didn’t work. So the only choice they had is to sell the car and buy a new one, so he can forget about it and move on in life. The dad was very upset for the first couple of days but then as time went by he started to feel much better and slowly forgetting about his son’s death.