I press the towel harder against my face and my shoulders fall. It’s the first moment since I arrived at the competition where I feel unseen, my hands still.
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Macey Smart
Do you remember the night we met?
Ariadne Will
In a While When I was little, I assumed Shoals Point—a volcanic shore a few miles from Sitka and close enough to kayak to—was Shoal’s Point, like Shoal was some dead man who liked to surf there or camp there. And maybe Shoal was like my father, in that sense—the way I imagine he mustContinue reading “Ariadne Will”
Dave Clark
‘You know that phone plan? The one I got a month ago?’
How could I forget? He’d banged on about it ‘til kingdom come.
‘Well, there was a catch. At the end of all that small writing.’
Melanie Hobbs
That year my aunty passed away from a sudden arrhythmia. For the first time in my life there wasn’t an adult in the world who understood me.
Seth Robinson
The boat arrives at sunset, pulling in under a fruit salad sky. Pineapple, melon, grapefruit and mango, all layered under coconut clouds.
Em Readman
I pull up the pots and watch the silt sediment bloom around my ankles, then settle. The crabs have wedged between the netting, grasping the chunks of baitfish Jean cut up yesterday morning. The pot is teeming with them.
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