Lessons in Drowning
They say: I have to be honest, seeing that little girl and all that brown skin, for a second it was terrifying. Sometimes you forget people can look like that. No pink anywhere. Except her nails.
Originally from Connecticut, Eshani Surya is recent graduate of the University of Arizona MFA program in fiction, where she also taught undergraduates. Her work has appeared in Literary Hub, Joyland, Paper Darts, and New Delta Review, among others. She also serves as a Flash Fiction Reader at Split Lip Magazine, and works in video game content creation. Find her online @__eshani.
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