Month: October 2020

They set up their camp on the western bank, watching the other side from a safe distance, introducing the children to the new kinds of life that viewed the river as a corridor rather than a boundary. ...

My body has grown soft. Soft and brittle, hard to move, easy to bruise. Skin that shifts a little too freely over fat, pulled loose and drooping. My skin didn't toughen with age, but instead grew soft, like the peel on a rotted fruit.