It is ending autumntime outside the shut-up window. Father's gone. Mother's unstable again. The girl across the street is busy building and the Clinicians offer death to anyone who wishes it. The snow has not yet fallen and the act has not been done. Here we begin.

Toll of the Glass is not a presentation of an opinion on assisted suicide, nor is it a glimpse into the suicidal mind. Rather, the novella uses its paper and ink to explore the meaning of human connection, disconnection and being alive.