We were a scavenger family, we were. Tide poolers, pickers, however you want to call it. We waited until the tide was safely out, and then we went out to bag up what the ocean left behind. Respectable as such things go.
Read MoreGreg would follow Neva anywhere—but hells bells, it was hot out here.
Read MoreI had always been a believer of some higher truth, just outside this world we live in, that occasionally peaks through. I had felt it in music, or drugs. But to define it—I could not. My mistake was to believe that truth must be good.
Read MoreJanuary 13th
Mordred and I sat sequestered at the back of the inn like a cabal of thieves. Initial mutual shyness meant we were uncertain how to proceed, like a courting couple left unchaperoned for the first time.
Read MoreHe squints—it’s there again—and raises his hand to shade against the setting sun’s tangerine glow. The light turns the lake an opaque black-green.
Read MoreDear Mrs. Dunne,
I feel I owe you an explanation for my sudden departure. I realise it may have come as quite a shock for you, and for that I can only apologise.
Read MoreIt feels funny sitting here—writing this. I cannot help but feel as if there is something unreal about it all. By here, I mean this church in the middle of nowhere.
Well, not exactly nowhere.
Read MoreIt was supposed to be a nice trip. That’s all I keep thinking. It was supposed to be a nice trip. I had arranged everything — down to the last detail.
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