Warm whiskey and the smell of hot leather is on Miller’s mind. He runs his finger over the lip of the glass, watching the bartender’s reflection in the golden liquid.

He has felt a looming presence for the past five minutes but still jolts when a large hand clamps down on his shoulder.

“You a _Mister Miller_?” Someone says, tone confrontational.

Miller turns slowly, taking his glass with him. ...

What beautiful things I see

Through the eyes of a once-girl,

She shares an evocation -

Clucking, chuckling, clinging,

Mucky fingers grasping

For things that will never be again,

What is joy in words?

The fruit dribbling down her front,

Dabbed up by mummy,

With that smile reserved for her.

Strawberry jam, plastic plate,

Toast, burnt and buttery,

Oh, there are so many things to see

When watching f...

Forwards. Backwards. Forwards. Backwards. A pause.

She wipes the sweat from her brow, blinking hard.

_Again_.

Forwards. Backwards. Forwards-

The door to the barn creaks open. Her head snaps around.

“April.” She sighs. The saw clacks as it hits the workbench. April peers through the door, looking unsure. “I thought I told you to go to bed.”

“Are you almost done?” She asks, glancing past t...

“_You need to tell her._”

“_Why me?_”

“_You got us into this mess_.”

“It wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t-“

She jabbed him with her foot. “_You’re being too loud. Whisper_.” She hissed. He could see her furrowed brows, even in the dark.

He tried to reposition himself, but it just made his legs flare up with pins and needles. “_I think I’m cramping up._” He said while flexing and...

The boat made a thudding noise every time it hit the wooden beam. They pulled it in silently, tugging and twisting the rope, not even grunting at the weight.

It had been almost a week since they last saw the boat. Back in the cabin, there was a signature in the logbook from when it had been signed out. The small sailors had taken sandwiches and binoculars and little jars to put fish in. Now the ...