“Anichka nodded and gave me another cigarette. I took a few puffs and stared into the night sky, thinking of ancient sailors, centuried mariners forced to read their existence only by constellations and lunar phases, godly maps that, to them, were surely more real than the dull planks of the ships they sailed, more real than any terrestrial notions of home and family.”
My short story ‘Homesick’ has been included in issue 39 of Crack the Spine. ‘Homesick’ is a brief rumination on metaphysical nausea and detachment, substance abuse, and just how troubling enlightenment can be when you’re not looking for it. The complete text can be read for free on the journal’s website.
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