The bones that wash onto shore are never late.
You strike a match against the stone wall until it flickers to life. The candle catches flame quickly, it does not wish to waste precious time. Your fingers do not shake when you pick up the brass holder, nor does your skin shiver when the wooden door shrieks open to let the frigid air within.
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J. M. Ávila is an autistic historian currently working toward their PhD. Their realm of scholarship includes imperial history and genocide studies. Frequent visits to their parents’ homeland of Puerto Rico provide an ideal backdrop for creative writing, and Ávila’s short stories appear in several literary journals.