Epilogue
Arsik tasted sand in his mouth. The waves licked his body, from his toes to his chest. Flying in circles overhead, the seagulls cawed their own songs. His eye hurt. He could feel the scar on his mangled socket. He would never be able to see through this eye again. He sat up. The raindrops fell on his face and plastered his copper-red hair on his forehead. The violin case’s leather strap was tied around his forearm, hanging like a wet sack over the sand. With his other hand, he ripped a piece of fabric off whatever had survived from his shirt and wrapped it tightly around where his eye used to be. The beach was empty, endless, like the blue behind him. He stretched his numb limbs, feeling empty too. He was the invertebrate now. Whatever had lived inside him had shattered and dis
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