I texted my mom “here” and took a seat on a bench facing out to the water. We travel by boat from one piece of land to another.

NANTUCKET BY ERYN GORDON

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 77

She was digging a spaceship not a sandcastle. The tide was coming in. The aliens were closer. “Damn it! The aliens!” She screamed. 

Her dad looked up from his paperback. 

“Don’t you say that word, missy” He disdained swearing and liked it even less coming from a four-year-old.

Any other time she might…

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