Back at Home
J. Lynne Moore
Saltwater spurts across my face as the boat speeds along the crisp waters of the Amalfi. I’m at the stern, wild hair like flames licking the wind. Jared is at the wheel, speeding forward and nearing the towering grey island with a lei of lush greenery at its base. He slows, edging the rock walls. The waves slap ceaselessly, breaking into the sea.
Back at home, our marriage is in shambles. His deadbeat brother is still living with us, despite my arguments against it. I divulge everything to my sister, regardless of his resentment. We’ve both spent money we shouldn’t have and blamed the other for our own faults. We’ve both f****d up in a variety of ways for the majority of years.
Those realities don’t exist here.
He kills the motor and I turn to him, breathle
