I’m in my final year of high school and recently announced plans to go to art school, a life-long dream.
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I’m in my final year of high school and recently announced plans to go to art school, a life-long dream.
While surfing the web I came across a painting titled Island of Shells. It reminded me of Barbados, my birth island.
Tantrum. We've dealt with her public meltdowns for years.
I race towards home, holding up the watercolour I painted at school.
I’m bereft at the grief-grey stripe, the immensity of black, how much further I’d have to fall to feel an absence so deep.
Across the room, the most gorgeous and popular boy in school — tall, blonde, athletic and artsy. A damn Norse god come to life.
Charcoal sticks scuffed as he ambled, then stopped near my elbow. “You have lovely lips.” The scuffing slowed.