Once, secure at the center, you would come to this verge to pretend—to play at surrender. You’d pick a wave, watch it gather its force; you’d place yourself in its juggernaut path just where it would heave highest, its top lip all froth curled over you; then you’d let it crush you under and drag you, helpless, flailing, toward shore. At your ears a muffled … Continue reading Babel Beach by Steven C. Reese