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The Short Form

“You Have Us All Late and Follow”

Kuzhali Manickavel

Excerpt

“I think Neelankarai means blue sand,” I say. “Or blue shores.”

Veena rolls her eyes and snaps her notebook shut.

“That is so fuck-all,” she says. “Sand is not blue.”

“Maybe the water is.”

“Water is not blue, it’s see-through. Oh my god, that rhymes.”

“You should write that down.”

When the bus finally stops, beggar children mill around the door, hands outstretched to show the fragile creases of sand that line their palms. It is a common misconception that beggar children want your money. What they really want are your kidneys.