They were halfway down the Oslofjord in a thirty-foot wooden sailboat that creaked like it remembered better fishing. Kristin sat near the stern, one hand on the tiller, sunglasses pushed into her hair, looking like she’d been born knowing knots and disappointment. Marcin was trying to gut a mackerel with the seriousness of a man… Continue reading Shift
Tag: Pub Philosophy
Stone Bridges
Anna had announced at six that it was warm. By six-thirty she had put on a cardigan, taken it off, sworn at it, and put it back on as a political compromise. The Swedish beach house sat low among pines and pale rocks, all clean lines and smug timber, looking out over water that sparkled… Continue reading Stone Bridges
Higgs
The bar leaned into the lagoon as if it had been putting them away since breakfast. Beyond it, the reef was clean and blue with the sort of slow confidence that made everyone pretending not to, watch anyway. Marcin had ordered something alcoholic in a coconut because he said it was important to respect local… Continue reading Higgs
Bang.
They were halfway through the second jug when Marcin said truth was not a social agreement, and Tony told him that was exactly the sort of sentence that made people want to remove funding from universities. Anna was leaning against the wall, wine in hand, watching the pub do its usual slow collapse into warmth… Continue reading Bang.
Ceteris Paribus 