Before the Crossing
The boy loved seeing the tent from outside, lit up by firelight, glowing brightest where it was wearing thin.
The sky was a tightly woven blanket of stars pulled between mountains. The air felt light and clear when the boy put his head out of the flap of the tent. He sat there, body warm inside and face cool outside, smelling the waxy plants. The fabric of the tent was rough against his neck.
So everything would change tomorrow, the boy thought, suddenly aware of the shape of his body in bed, the tingles that made up his legs and feet when he couldn’t see them. But everything changed all the time and still it stayed the same, so it didn’t make much difference.
Tallulah Pomeroy is an English illustrator and writer. She graduated from Falmouth School of Art in 2014. Hallelujah I’m a Bum, a book of Callie Garnett’s poems and Tallulah’s illustrations, was published by Ugly Duckling Presse in 2015. Her poetry has been published in Daniel Owens’s magazine Poems by Sunday, and Coldfront magazine. She now lives in Somerset.
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