Shipping & Handling

She kept her hands stuffed tightly in her pockets to keep them safe as she stood on the edge o’ the ship, staring off @ the waves under the sunset.

Just a few mo’ kilometers & we’ll be there…


* * *


“¡We’ve landed!”

This was what jerked her out o’ her sleep. She rose from her seat & moved quickly to her room to gather her suitcase.

& still her hands kept her pockets protected.

She stepped off the ship onto the crunchy sands o’ Banana Beach. After a few steps, she crouched down & pulled out an almond from her pocket.

“With this foreign fruit, I’ll make 5 times as much per fruit–& my new empire shall be born.”


Almond, Ferryboat, Migrant.