The Dreams of Eros
I’m in the middle of an island, not sure when I left my ship, and some miracle has occurred, as it is summer now, so suddenly. This must be the same day that I departed from my town’s harbor with cargo. The inked notes I jotted onto my map are still smudgeable, and my face still smells of coconut oil, from when my mother kissed me goodbye. But it was winter when I prepared this voyage. Now I’m walking upon a soft grassy bank, into the forestry ahead, on an intensely hot day. And I can’t bring...
Supernatural