“pebbles” — from my memoir “whitegirrrl” — short fiction chapter

You walk the beach and the sea-washed pebbles glisten underfoot. There is comfort in scooping them up.  The smallest of stones that millenniums from now will be grains of sand. “You have to learn to just maintain,” your best friend says, passing it to you.  But you’re laughing too hard at the sun and the […]