The Boardwalk

There is a boardwalk that never ends. You will walk it for so long you find its end. You will walk into a throat that is your old throat. The throat is a long line between everyone’s throats. You don’t go down it. It’s a long way back to the shore. When you jump over the side of the boardwalk you come back through the throat. This is what happens when you seek eternity. You sit in the middle of the boardwalk and eventually hover over your body. This goes on for a long time. You learn the end of your world is not the end of the world. Or the end of the world is not the end of your world. You see other people floating high above their bodies somewhere in the distance. You could talk to them, but you don’t. You figure someone will say something. But no one has a throat.




Everett Warner spends his time trying to be a wolf. His words are at or are forthcoming at Winter Tangerine Review, Axolotl, Maudlin House, and elsewhere. He is the Fiction Editor for Noble/Gas Qrtly. He thinks everything should be blue.


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