Issue 13

Joy Holley: Summer Seventeen

The first time we kissed my lips were sunburnt. You’d been away for five weeks and I’d spent the whole time trying to become more beautiful for when you got back.

Auden Reid-McLaughlin: Finn

Finn had stepped in the pool because the pavement was burning his bare feet, his forgotten flip flops sitting in the bucket by the door at home, waiting for him, cool to the touch.