Below the pond’s scummy surface, hairy milfoil swayed to the rhythm of unheard music.
I turned to the woman beside me, the wind sweeping her sun-lambent hair across her face.
How would she look down below?
Squeezing her hand, I felt a swell of gratitude that I’d probably never know.
Tim Boiteau is a Writers of the Future winner and author of The Nilwere (Grendel Press, 2024).
Yeah, only that we don’t know how she felt really about you and your feelings.
Spooky! in a very loving way 😍
Where is this going I wonder? Clever.