Steerage (War Bride)
“My daughter’s line will be struck out, as that on so many others’ cards have been. Hasty burials at sea.”
“My daughter’s line will be struck out, as that on so many others’ cards have been. Hasty burials at sea.”
She was like a hummingbird, always flighty and in movement, but my mother’s eyes were glued to the screen this time…
“Each fall the sharp-eyed gannets arrived in long lines, plunging from the sky and learning how to swallow underwater.”
“He kept digging. The sound of the shovel reverberating off the rocks as if inside a sepulcher.”
Aching claws and depression and addiction so deep, she sometimes just wants to sleep in her bed forever.
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