Whalesong

It almost makes her crash when the song bursts upon her all at once—she doesn’t know how she knows its a whalesong but she does—as it keens and lists, sorrowful and sick, like a misshapen clarinet turned up in the speakers, the notes are outstretched hands, flailing out to find something.

A meetcute between a girl on the run from a bad breakup and the spectral carcass of a whale.

Forthcoming in Deadlands, April 2025.