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| Issue 27: | March 2025 |
| Microfiction: | 137 words |
By Spencer Keene
Emergency Exit
I squint as the flare pops into an umbrella of red light.
“Hey look, it’s your favourite colour.”
“Wow, that’s gotta be good luck.”
We bob like buoys in our bright inflatables. I think to myself, she looks like a jack-o’-lantern.
“You look like a jack-o’-lantern.”
She makes a face and firms her hold on the flotation device. Her hair looks like seaweed in the dark water.
“I told you we’d go down. You never listen.”
She’s being stern with me now. I can tell because her cheek is creased in that spot that creases when she’s being stern with me. I decide to change the subject.
“So, what’s for dinner?”
She rolls her eyes and slips out of her yellow vest. I slip beneath the waves and follow her to the fuselage.
Spencer Keene
is a writer and public legal educator from Vancouver, BC. His poetry and short fiction have appeared in a variety of print and digital publications, including 7th-Circle Pyrite, Candlelit Chronicles, SAD MAG, Sea to Sky Review, and Star*Line, among others.
Author’s website: https://www.spencerkeene.ca
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