A short story about a lesbian who reflects on a strangely lovely heterosexual relationship she had all throughout high school.
“He bleeds flamboyant. He reads homosexuality. He tastes like the delicious apple that Eve consumed – I’m sure of it.”
A four-part prose piece about love, nature, and memory.
“Even when River was as thin as could be without disappearing, she still blamed herself. But River was thin and empty, barely a crack in the Earth. And so, River blamed the earth she lay in because she had nothing else to blame.”
“And Linda stood there holding his phone. “Where are you, Karl?” he said. “Where are you?””
“Then I recognised the gulf within me, then I saw that these self-musings had no worth or real contribution towards the aggrandizement of my mental health.”