The woman offered a tomato. The crimson orb tempted, fresh off the vine. Lumi had only been warned off fruit, not vegetables. A bite. A burst of bright on her tongue. Darkness descended to the soundtrack of the woman’s cackle.
Erin thought Peggy should share a kayak with Dad. His hearing aid was on the fritz and we didn’t want to listen to her worry about bathrooms or whales. I’d assured her for weeks that Kenmare Bay was too shallow for whales, deciding that she didn’t need to know about the fin whale that beached… Continue reading Night Kayaking
Memorial Day is coming. This is how I celebrate.