A Study in Drowning

by Ava Reid

What’s the point in studying literature if you don’t want to tell stories?

“A wise man once said thus to me. But a sailor was I—and on my head no fleck of gray—so with all the boldness of my youth, I said: The only enemy is the sea.”

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Ianto said. Even in the wind, his hair still lay mostly flat. “It’s terrifying,” Effy confessed. “Most beautiful things are,”

“I know it’s not realistic, but the world would be a better place if everyone just told the truth.”