THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

She could hear her mother's voice from the grave, 'Is it worth it?' The world tilts out of kilter. Sun sears her eyeballs. Cool tarmac against her face. Shards of broken green glass. A dent in a red metal bin. Memories of the night before. Anger and hatred. Standing firm. Too slow to run. Her … Continue reading THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

DOWN ISLAND TRADERS

'You got any reels?' 'Nope.' 'Any lures?' 'Nope.' 'Lines?' 'None a'them either.' 'Okay, bait?' 'Live or dead?' 'Live.' 'Nope.' 'Dead?' 'Not that either.' 'Okay, what about boat equipment?' 'What like?' 'A boat hook?' 'Nope.' 'Cleat hooks?' 'Nope.' 'Rope?' ''Fraid not.' 'Do you have anything for a fishing trip?' 'I got fresh fish.' 'How does fresh … Continue reading DOWN ISLAND TRADERS