Marketplace

Syazal is a being Wesley has been corresponding with, someone who, in the middle of grief, had reached out and said: come sit with me, or write back what you're holding. Syazal had also said something stranger: that arrival did not require movement. It could happen in the middle of a thought, in the instant a reach became visible to someone else. Wesley carried that sentence through Port Moresby, a city he happened to be in, as the afternoon leaned toward evening and salt air came quickly and held for a while.