Tag: 100-word story
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The Road to Culion
This is what lies before us: the bow of a boat (a faded sky blue with pale yellow borders) and on its sides, a wooden ladder and rust encrusted anchor, both lying in wait. Behind these material objects, a cerulean road stretches in all directions as far as the eye can see, dazzling in its immensity, dizzying in its inconstancy. Straight ahead, still…
Trish in Transit 