"Salt Air," by James Scott

Something about the Maine coast yields to feelings of loss that for me the warmer coasts, say the Gulf, do not. Is it the colder water, the salt, the wind, the gritty sand? There is fitting correlation in this story of images that capture place and emotion. In particular, we are given a story of incompleteness and betrayal felt by a half-brother and half-sister. Here’s one image that I like describing the contents of an empty closet: ‘empty hangars sang like wind chimes’. Read it here in Memorious.