Animal: A Beast of a Literary Magazine
“Squid” by Indrek Kasesalu, for more information, visit: http://inc.deviantart.com/
by Mike Petrik
My wife Bethany and I are invaders. I hope we are the sort that gets excused by the locals as benign or beneficial: honeybee, apple, the green crabs that haunt the tidepools. We hope to become the old sort that the islanders hardly remember a time without: periwinkle, brown rat, the reeds that rim the brackish ponds. For now, our luggage and leisure give us away.
Throughout my wife’s pregnancy, we referred to the thing inside her as The Squid. The nickname stuck. The Squid was on Block Island within a month of being born, and she spent her first summer being carried down its greenways, napping under an umbrella, and taking baths in an outdoor shower. We gathered beach peas, sea rocket, bladderwrack, Asian shore crabs, mussels, clams, and moon shells; fished for scup, striper…
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