10th JuneDahut Dahut Dahut. My name is a dirge. No one can bear to speak it, even Father. Probably he would say it was not his choice to name me. As if he is not The King. I hate this island. Sand creeps into everything—shoes, yogurt. The sea gets blacker and deeper by the day….
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Rosie Adams
Rosie Adams is a writer from the North East of England. Her work has appeared in Flapperhouse, Gone Lawn, and Pacifica Literary Review. Her website is www.rosieadams.net and she is on Twitter @rosieawrites.
Enrica Angiolini
Enrica ‘Eren’ Angiolini was born in Rome in 1988. Raised in a family rich with creativity, she developed a deep love for art—illustration and photography, in particular. She studied foreign languages in high school and college, gaining a Bachelor’s degree in Japanese Language and Culture. She worked as an illustrator and cover artist until she started a career as a comic colorist in 2015. She is now working on her first full series for Titan Comics.
