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you’re super cheesed at your noodle-brained mamma’s boy, but could you come and get me... and forgive me... for not being ready to navigate and participate in parenthood. We’ll try again, and we’ll keep on living and trying because that’s all that matters. We’ll... re-start for him and for us–”
down between that fine yellow line and the green oblivion. He pulled out his phone and punched in the numbers manually, and he meticulously made sure each number was correct.
“Sweetiekins, are you all right?” It was his moth- er’s voice.
“Hello?” Emily answered half asleep. This time he wanted to tone it down a bit and actually sound somewhat sane. He was going to be a father, again, after all.
Dieter quickly hung up—his speed dial function had made a frighteningly bad judgment call.
Emily, I’m so sorry. Let’s retry...baby... Please, let’s just start again.”
His whole body shook, as he stumbled his way out of the car and into the thigh-deep water. Dieter made it to the road and lowered himself
Fulton was awarded her MFA in ction from Florida Atlantic University in 2011. She is currently teaching at Miami Dade College North. Her work has appeared on the websites for "Wild Violet," "If and Only If," and "The Gravel"; and in GNU Journal and The Scarlet Leaf Review.
Transitory Space, Nova Scotia, Canada, McNabs Island #56A
color photography By Leah Oates
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