Bridges by Emily Ward

The National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh wasn’t prepared for us, for three teenagers drunk on the freedom of a day without planned activities and hovering adults. Eva and I could barely keep up with Krysto, who was sprinting around the marble halls of the museum, smartphone held aloft as he filmed his encounters with […]

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Anchor by Lori Werner

The first time I found him I was sixteen. He was crumpled under his bike like an unpaid bar tab. He smelled like cigarettes and something lonely. The second time I found him I was nineteen. He was half-hanging out of the truck door, talking to himself, barefoot and shirtless, a lost child. Where I […]

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