Category: Ethan Knowles

 The Cay

Miss Rolle was running naked across a sandbank that connected two desolate cays. It was low tide, and the sea seemed to have retreated for good. The sand was bone white and impossibly fine, and the sparse foliage that sprung up from the limestone rock curled in patches like coarse hair.

Boundaries

ETHAN KNOWLES

The Museum, it became clear after some time, was more than a museum to her. It was a willing vessel— a sort of body she deployed. On the few occasions I stepped inside the Museum, it was impossible to tell where she began, and where it ended. 

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