“Frank at the End of the World”

A raindrop appeared in Bern’s right eye the night before his trip. A mote, a foreign object? He felt nothing, but like spatter at the edge of a thunderstorm thumping a windshield, an amoeba-shaped spot attached to his vision, fore or aft of his sight, it wasn’t clear. It swam as his eye swam, foreground … Continue reading “Frank at the End of the World”