June 2018

Leaving Auckland (part three)

Monica Macansantos

Two days later, as he sat before a computer screen to talk to her, he thought of how their plans ceased to frighten him when a pane of glass and thousands of miles separated them both. On the phone, or on Skype, all she asked from him were words. And words, as they spilled from his mouth, revealed more about him than he thought they would.

Leaving Auckland (part two)

Monica Macansantos

He was going to visit her in Wellington, he repeated aloud as they drove past houses with grilled windows and dumpsters with graffiti swirls on their lids. He took Maya’s small, slender hand as they both fixed their eyes on the empty streets of West Auckland, reassuring her, when she questioned him, that he meant every word he said.