Boyfriends: Thom

thom

He waits for a drink but the boy’s idle, watching girls near the shore. He signals for him, his arm rising up against the bright sun and the girls snicker, their lips pink, teeth bright and wet. We met just after the war, a survivor of Somme, a generation lost, he said, yet I’m here. Did I think you up? I wonder. Eyes the color of eels, a slug for a mouth. It’s a pity you’re so pale, I tell him, I confuse you with ghosts. We wrap them in blankets and lay them side by side, oyster shells and skate eggs, the plaice dry on the sand. We had a rabbit in the trenches, named him Scat. Scatter scatter, run run. At night we swim, the waves are black, I can’t see him below. He hunts for shells in the shallow water and walks ahead, his thick calves pushing through water. It’s midnight and the moon’s low, my skin dead below the weight. An oily lot, he says.


STORIES: Shelagh Power Chopra’s work appears in FRIGG, failbetter, The Good Men Project, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, Necessary Fiction, and elsewhere. She runs the website, drunkonjunk.com: a fictitious account of a relationship gone wrong. She lives on Cape Cod and is working on a novel. DRAWINGS: Kara Jansson's iPhone & iPad drawings have been published in online publications including The Washington Post, The Huffington Post, WNYC, The Outlet and Used Furniture Review. Her work was recently included in the exhibition "Stylectrical" at the Museum für Kunst und Gewerbe in Hamburg. She is a founding board member of the International Association of Mobile Digital Artists and Co-Director of the art collective, Coalfather Industries. More from this author →