She Said Her Favourite Colour Was Haddock by Elisabeth Ingram Wallace
Haddock is not a colour I said, but she talked about rainbows and I saw them too. A colour you can catch and throw back in.
Haddock is not a colour I said, but she talked about rainbows and I saw them too. A colour you can catch and throw back in.
Even when severed from the body, the limbs of an octopus can function on their own. I clean outside the tanks at Sea Land and catch the display, rubber squidgy screaming over wet glass.
For three days, the Traveling Wall—half, maybe three-quarter size—stands on a hill in a far corner of the fort, away from the bustle of the main post. Families of a certain age and old-timers in boonie hats file past shiny black panels.
Sandra Arnold Interviews Meg Tuite about her story in NEW MICRO (W.W. Norton & Co., 2018)