Lake Annagmakerrig: 4:30 a.m., 8 November 2018
Boy was the last of four. Alive just this morning. Fell through the ice chasing after a shadow that he thought was food.
What food. What a fool. There’s no food on the ice. Not on top, not under.
Hadn’t he told the boy, over and over: Watch the sky. The food will come as a drop.
I been watching, the boy said. For weeks.
— from self’s short story “Ice”
Her piece was published in Bellingham Review’s annual on-line issue, November 2017.
Read it in its entirety, here.
Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 