Outside the sky is autumn dolphin blue. I let the salt slick my lashes when my mother isn’t looking. It isn’t flamingo season yet but I feel them coming down the rift and it saddens.
Issue #28
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The Island of Jaded Mariners by Nathan Leslie
There is one go-getter living amongst a collection of sticks-in-the mud. The sticks-in-the-mud are retired sea captains who selected the small two-mile by three-mile dollop of an island in our archipelago as their resting home. They have built stately manors and...
Island of Hair by Nathan Leslie
On the Island of hair—or the Hairy Island as it is otherwise known—visitors find their hair follicles unusually active. Hair sprouts from areas usually devoid of hair.
One Broken Glass by Nathan Leslie
As a result of the geological makeup of Loaf Island most of the sand is darker in hue and, as a result, it is very difficult to find clear glass on the island—this must be imported.