Issue 150

Summer & Fall 2016

Image from Rehearsals for Extinct Anatomies

Fiction W. Andrew Ewell Fiction W. Andrew Ewell

Boatyard

I’d started swabbing decks for Ken Jacobs at the beginning of the summer. I’d moved on to teak work by June, but that was really just a fancy kind of cleaning. Eventually I was allowed to take on the general work of the boatyard and was making eleven dollars an hour for it, which was two more than what I’d started at.

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