The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Following her fiancé’s unexplained cancellation of their wedding, Tiffany went with her friends to the Jersey Shore. Alone, she made a discovery, but never told any of the girls on the trip. She claims that she knows she learned something from this experience, yet she struggles to identify exactly what.

John’s bicep rolled up his arm as it wrapped around her. I know it did, I’d felt it myself many times before. The overlook jutted out toward the ocean, reaching for something indefinite. I learned my head over its wooden railing, trying to hear as much as I could. She whispered some fears, that the horizon might break, that life might pass her by, that night might reach up and swallow her.

“Us,” he replied, his large voice tiny against the crashing waves.

How many times had he recycled that line? My fingers clenched to a fist, and I didn’t stop there. I squeezed them harder and harder. I squeezed them so hard it felt like my nails would pop off and spew broken-heart-shaped confetti all over the lovers below.

“But why should they?” I thought.

The wedding wasn’t ruined, because it’s the wedding that would’ve ruined my life. I spit on them from above, and then made my way back. Weary feet dragged along the boardwalk, kicking seashells like splintered insecurities.

Boardwalking Away

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Following her fiancé’s unexplained cancellation of their wedding, Tiffany went with her friends to the Jersey Shore. Alone, she made a discovery, but never told any of the girls on the trip. She claims that she knows she learned something from this experience, yet she struggles to identify exactly what.

Decade: 2000s
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Recorded by Marcus Kunkle on July 12, 2014
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