Nin Andrews


It happened on a beach at sunset with wind just lifting my hair, the dress wrapping around my legs, and the sound of waves and gulls ... Like an ad for eternal bliss. Strangers snapped our photos and American Airlines used us in travel brochures. What I remember best is how I sucked in for air when I said I do, and I felt something snap inside me. A tiny bone spur in the heart. A splinter of pain I still feel. Staring out at the water, a shimmer racing across the surface, tiny sails racing into the horizon ... I try not to think what I was thinking. Not then, not ever.