Thinking again about magical realism, I’m reminded of a short story of which this is the opening paragraph: “The sea had embroidery at its edges. It cast a frill of pretty ruffles over the pebbles and sank like fine silk in between them before the giant in the deep ocean turned over in his sleep and drew it back.” Not Blue Not Fresh Not Ever Free (unpublished short story) It brings to the people on the land whatever they want; different kinds of items on different tides – clothes one time, furniture another. Beyond that, their world is normal and … Continue reading Parallel project #4