Alive most before the sun rises, I wake with energy. I know I must leave my apartment now. Two stretches, one prayer, a spot of tea, and a kiss on Grace’s sleepy cheek—I’m gone.
The surfboard fits in the car. I ride a short guy, sleek, quality, the type that took me fourteen years of patience with the Paci…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Deep Fix to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.