Slivered bone, hands over glass, lips smoky. The oil-slick air, a menu list of flounder names: sea-sorrowed, coral-born, for-want-of-tides. They circumnavigate. I tell you: four dead today, gurneys through the school; heads a puzzle. Pathology worked till dawn to solve them. And after, it’s not uncommon finding chips of bone in pockets. Bits of us, […]