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
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Ch.7
Loose stools, rings on the table, similar universe as before. summer, cicadas, shower an hour or so ago, some drips, heat of the day fading Adam was already a few drinks in when Marcin said it. “I still think you’re smuggling time in through the back door,” Marcin said, staring into his glass like it… Continue reading Ch.7
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