She had been talking with the man on the balcony long enough that the beads of condensation on their wine glasses had evaporated. The man’s face reminded her of a beach, full of reddish freckles and seashell-white teeth. Even the… Continue Reading
Before I could answer her, the jets circled back, their engines tearing open the sky, reminding everyone of the base only a few nautical miles across the bay. But, it reminded me of something else too. The first time that… Continue Reading
The Indian jutted from the bow of the skeletal remains of a British whaling ship. His surface cracked and the once bright colors of his headdress faded. I swam up to him, touched the wooden surface of his face, the… Continue Reading