What Lies Beneath
Before the waters rose, those islands were hilltops. There were towns and generations of people who called them home.
Photography by Arshia Khan
The last man to leave was well-dressed, wearing lavender, kneeling down, arranging flowers. His hair was white. His hands were red. His face was reddish. Above, there were dragonflies flitting against the gray sky threatening rain, a whole cloud of …
