The Isle of Youth

He never requested any particular place. He just wanted to make sure he wasn’t left behind.

They were learning that they had never really believed in God; they had only ever believed in fear.

Once a month they went with the mothers to Fairfield’s Discount Grocery, just a few miles down the road in Caulfield.

Of course, the children weren’t really children any more.

Every night their father waited up in the kitchen for something to happen, for someone to come.

It was a grave, but Dana never knew who it belonged to.

They pick up their guns and point them at each other. They aren’t loaded, so they pull the triggers and listen to the hollow click.

At the motel, they clean their guns

She turns on the radio and surfs until she finds the news.

From the shore she sees a raft with no one on it.