A short story about an existential crisis of the flesh.
June never saw the darkness as threatening. but what crawled around its edges kept her up at night. Here or there. It didn’t matter. The girl was adrift, even on an island where everything moved. She watched herself continuing to make bad choices. She was lost and restless. She just needed a distraction, something to remove her from her head. A place, a man, a drug, it didn’t matter. Her body was heavy, her flesh tight and unbearable.
A short story about an existential crisis of the flesh.
June never saw the darkness as threatening. but what crawled around its edges kept her up at night. Here or there. It didn’t matter. The girl was adrift, even on an island where everything moved. She watched herself continuing to make bad choices. She was lost and restless. She just needed a distraction, something to remove her from her head. A place, a man, a drug, it didn’t matter. Her body was heavy, her flesh tight and unbearable.