Smoky Blue Literary and Arts Magazine #6

my sodden hair into my mouth. I imagine it tastes like seaweed and I’m frolicking in a distant sea.

“I wait for someone,” I say to myself repeating Charlie Big Eagle’s words.

Some might say the best a girl can do is reach for the next rung on the ladder and pull herself up. Others might say that true love is worth waiting for.

“Girl,” Pa yells from the truck. His eyes are two hard-scrabble gray stones. “You are slower than a cow.”

I don’t reply. But I have my answer.

Denise Frost Denise Frost works as a fundraiser at a liberal arts college. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, an NPR producer, and son, an aspiring film-maker. Denise studied writing with Tom Filer at The Goat Alley Workshop and has published two short stories in WestWord.