The Current Between Us
She committed the shape of it to memory, in case the world tried to take it from her.
Hector’s voice came low. “Promise.”
Promise. Shore-men broke promises. But his voice didn’t sound like a breaker. It sounded like stone.
So she took another step. Then another. Up the stone steps, each one a war. Calves burned. Lungs burned from air instead of water. Simy walked behind her, close but not touching, as if he wasn’t sure what she was yet.
Halfway up, Simy’s voice cracked the silence.
“This is so wrong,” he said. Low, fast. “I know you don’t give a fuck about anything right now, but are you aware that we are now accomplices in a stranger’s murder? We should call the police.”