Imagine 2200, Fix’s climate fiction contest, recognizes stories that envision the next 180 years of equitable climate progress, imagining intersectional worlds of abundance, adaptation, reform, and hope. Read the 2022 collection here.
When her eyes were at her knees and Mama was teaching her how to swim, she told her that drowning is easy and staying alive is the realest struggle. But she was a pickney then, so the words did go through one ear and fly out the other. They fly back in again when she got pregnant at almost 15 and drop out of high school. Now, they come back, wheeling around in her head like John Crows.
So this is what it feel like fi dead.
She’s a rock, sinking. Part of her know she mustn’t drop asleep.
— Sleep is the sister of Death, Boysie did say.
Swim back to the shore.
She has to go back home. But her body not cooperating at all. It behaving like a hard ears pickney, just like what Mama used to call her.
Something not right. How mi feel so light, like mi weigh likkle and nothing?
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