We got jobs and moved to the Islands, away from the dim hollow of a Continent. Set ourselves up in a modest bungalow across the street from a beach park. We assembled a pallet of Scandinavian furniture, hung mirrors, piped in soft music. When we looked out the picture window we saw, in the upper left hand corner, the blue skin of the sea. We saw surfboards attached to mopeds, tour buses, ambulances three times a day. We saw, sometimes, huge encampments. Family reunions. Bounce houses. Bands playing. Spear fishers cleaning their catch at the showers.
Cover Page Footnote
"Abide With Me" was originally published at Booth.
"Abide With Me,"
Booth: Vol. 5
, Article 1.
Retrieved from: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol5/iss10/1