When my older sister Mathilde was twelve, my mother told her she had to wait a year before getting a petāto make sure she was responsible enough, or maybe just hoping sheād change her mind after a year. My sister, being an animal-loving preteen fuelled by stubbornness, waited the year and...
1. Our favorite part of the zoo was the aquarium. We were both scared of water. Never swam or got close to the beach. Being blue-skinned between the water tanks got us close as we ever got to being fish. Me and Jack. I remember, we found the ugliest fish we could that reminded us of each other. He...
Jo wakes up with a lump on her throat. Not in, but on. She sees it first in the bathroom mirror as her face fades into view through the steam from the shower. Itās about the size of a marble, gelatinous in consistency. When she touches it, she feels it move slightly beneath the skin. Lucille...
It is late April, too early yet for tourists. The cashier looks at me through a pair of smudged glasses that perch precariously at the tip of his nose. His curious eyes study my features, searching for clues: a hint of an Adamās apple or eyebrows that are just a smidge too thin. He is considering...
It was the sound of humming that woke me, low and mournful. But when I came to full consciousness, I couldn’t hear anything. It was very late or possibly very early and the room was dark, darker than usual, a sort of pulsating soft black-grey. A fog must have rolled in off the river, dimming...
M The first time you see L, she is climbing a dying pitch pine, brown needles falling into the shadows between her curls. You donāt catch sight of her immediately. Your calves ache from forcing your way through the encrusted landscape, and only a skinny rabbit hangs from your belt. Snow has crept...
