The first thing I noticed about the boys was their eyes. Not their dark-skinned chests, arms glistening with moisture in the beach sun. Not the gold or silver teeth that winked in their smiles. Not the strange gold chains that hung around their necks, resting upon them as if they were royalty. Not even the big black fins that stretched out where their legs would have been, their scales glistening like onyx.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Nora Anthony's "Them Boys."
the Museum of Gray Matter consists entirely
of horsehair ladders & Malaysian body wave paneling