Skin and Bone • fiction by Melissa Llanes Brownlee • Astrolabe

Her toes curling in the sand, Tita counts the shells spiraling beside her. Their bleached bodies, remnants of once-living creatures, wondering if her bones will shine as brightly when she is dead.

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@lumchanmfa "She thinks of the freedom such a form would give her"

Love this, Melissa! 💜

@lumchanmfa @astrolabe I think what I am going to do is try to read one of your stories every day.

I love the perspective of this one, the freshness of the yearning to be in a different body and the why, oh the why. As an old fart of a man, I can only imagine what it is like for a woman to be leered at, groped at, eyed, made to feel unsafe. I feel so fortunate. I feel so sad for women.

Anyway, it got me to thinking. And that's all you can ask of a reader, eh?

Be well.