In Bloom

by Paul Tremblay

Something of a local character, a walking oral historian of the kind of things people want to forget.”

There are always truths submerged within stories, and her job is, if not to dredge them up, then to invite readers onto her own chartered boat, guiding them so that they may uncover those truths from the murky waters for themselves.

I wanted to join Dad. I wanted to join Dad and the creature.

I want to be made into an antenna again. I want to be connected, or reconnected, to that evolutionary wavelength that’s millions of years old. Somewhere in that signal, in that near-infinite chain, I’ll find my father.