Photo Story: Mermaids
Peanut smoked every bit of meth that night in the hotel. Her sister loaned her money. Not exactly. A check for rehab, far from drugs and close to trees. The maid was a guy. He said he’d come back later, but she didn’t mind. They talked as he emptied the trash, swapped the glasses in the bathroom. He knocked at 5 a.m. with coffees from the deli. His pass key got them on the roof. The sun scraped itself off the ground and found its way to the sky. Neither mentioned the chairs in the pool, mermaids below the surface.
Photographer: Timo Kozlowski
Wonderful story. “Scraped itself off the ground.” I’ve never heard dawn described like that.
Like a good FF story, this says more, much more, with less.
Beautiful.