An Inheritance

Olivia Kim
Nov 5 · 1 min read
My father returns to an island he has not visited for fifty years. Photo by Me

It’s morning in the restaurant, coffee is in hand and the scent of last night’s bottle still lingers on my parched lips. Gazing out grease-stained windows, the snow blows against sleepy wooden homes as the winter sun peaks above the rooftops and begins to stretch its arms out towards an endless sherbet sky. A familiar site is seen from a familiar seat.

Time slips through space between two seconds and for a moment my eyes are not my own.

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