Sometimes you cry in the kitchen; sometimes I do. Our teeth grew sharp and our legs tails; we didn’t have a choice as the saltwater rose. But together we can dance in the waves that almost reach the ceiling. Two of a kind. Bound together by something stronger than blood.

Calla Smith lives and writes in Buenos Aires, Argentina. She enjoys continuing to discover all the forgotten corners of the city she has come to call home. She has published a collection of flash fiction “What Doesn’t Kill You”, and her work can also be found in several literary journals.