Path Behind Mowat Lodge
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This story, set in 1917, was written for my high school senior year Writer's Craft exam and is presented, with the exception of minor editing, as it was written during the two-hour exam. It was published in the Toronto Public Library's 2017 Young Voices magazine, and is an imagination of the final days of Group of Seven influencer Thom Thompson. Thompson is famous for being something of a muse for the Group of Seven, and his mysterious and untimely death in Algonquin Provincial Park was considered a great loss for Canadian art and culture. This short story aims to surmise from a fictional perspective, and with the empathy of a fellow creative mind, what might have brought upon Thompson's death at Canoe Lake, and what his mindset might have been like before he tragically passed.
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