But even as a child, she knew what this* meant - that it would only become more difficult to locate what you had lost, for the galaxy was yet breaking apart, and the stars, in their brilliant independence, were burning for no one. *this = the idea that the initial explosion that created the … Continue reading Oh My Darling (Amity Gaige)
We feel around making sense of the terrain, our own new limbs, bumping up against a herd of bodies until one becomes home.
Sun on a dirt path, rutted by large tractor wheels, bronzes our bare arms. We are the only tourists in the jitney to the waterfall at this early hour. When we arrive, our guide, Clive, greets us and we ascend to the first cascade. Under Clive’s direction, we pose beneath the plummeting water, on the … Continue reading Flash Fiction: A Jamaican Proposal