Megan Kyak-Monteith

A man spots an acquaintance while grabbing late night food from a diner. He offers a convoluted tale of deceit, cheating and crime he recently observed. Things go sour when the man suspects his acquaintance may have been involved.

Taqralik Partridge asks what if every language that had been lost to English — every word, every syllable — grew up out of the ground in flowers? Taqralik’s grandmother’s Scottish Gaelic and her father’s Inuktitut unfold in memories of her family, of pain, and of love.