from the novel Sinful Folk ”The thrum and hiss of...

from the novel Sinful Folk

         ”The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing.The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born.

       People come through the whiteness, through the bright light, but all of them are ghosts.  I remembered that my mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She squinted against the bright sunlight, making sure of our isolation.”

        —  from the novel Sinful Folk