Bouvre Posted July 30, 2019 Share Posted July 30, 2019 https://barrenmagazine.com/newly-wed-in-the-dominican-republic/ We wandered the beach before dawn, the tide thieving the white beneath our feet. At the edge of the resort property a man with a rifle emerged from the jungle, gestured roughly, ordered us away. I remember horses gray as dishwater charging into the ocean; the moon bright as a car fire, its doors swinging open. I remember a man’s song rising out of a window, large as a marlin muscling through air. Hunger hadn’t come to us yet, but its wings fluttered in the branches overhead. I remember we had nothing to do and everywhere to go, except back–we couldn’t– every step had become a door; every breath a turning key. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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