Cover

A rather lovely blue-green photograph of a body silhouetted in water, under some understated silver text. Nicer than the library's hardcover, which was a bland white thing with cartography and so forth.

“I reckon maybe you have malaria.”

Every day when I get on the train to go to work, I stand with my toes just over the yellow safety line as my small act of rebellion for the morning.

The snow is uneven, slushy, glinting murkily in the tailights of the traffic that lumbers past like shiny red-bottomed elephants on skates and fades into the dark night.