Eva and I emerge from the copse on the hill again, the trees shushing in the sea breeze. Our touching is only ever over our school uniforms. We kissed once ages ago with tongues, but decided it was too much like holding a slug in your mouth, slimy and warm. She’s called me slug ever since.

Issue 12
SEA GATE

Rebecca Klassen is co-editor of The Phare. She has won the London Independent Story Prize, and was shortlisted for the Oxford Flash, Cranked Anvil, Alpine Fellowship, and the Laurie Lee. Her stories have featured in Mslexia, Burningword, Riggwelter, Borderless, Ellipsis Zine, and on BBC Radio.

