E. F. S. Byrne

We bounced around the back seat as the car wove along the narrow road. I reached for Pedro’s hand and felt him flinch, but I avoided his eyes. Our father was twirling the steering wheel with one hand. “You’ll love it,” he said, smiling in the mirror. “Enormous house. Even an orchard out back.” I […]

  Zaida stopped running at the edge of the forest. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Slowly, the beating ceased. The air filled with the whisper of leaves in the breeze, the crack of a falling coconut, the wings of a bird soaring through the dazzling sky. She smelt the ocean thundering under an