Saved by Jonathan Simcoe
The Plunge
The tide was high. I stayed near the edge and dunked my head all the way to the bottom, grabbed fistfuls of pebbles and tried to bring them all the way back up. But when I got to the surface, my hands were practically empty. One time, I wound up with a small, empty burgado seashell that looked like a shiny, worn moon.
Andrea Abreu • Dogs of Summer
"Where is the worst place to die?” asked Noah. He slid a few inches deeper into the hot tub and looked around at everyone’s reaction.
Cecily was facing away from him. She ashed her cigarette into a glass tray emblazoned with an Italian beer brand.
Noah waited expectantly. His chest hair undulated under the water, which glowed green in the slope’... See more
as straticulate clouds in the lake’s upper atmosphere began to lend the sunlight a pearly cast that the conference room’s windows embrowned),