![]() His navy nylon jacket snaps and billows in the stiff breeze of the exposed hillside. They hover in and out like a mirage beneath the thinning mist settled in the valley below. All he can make out are a patchwork of farmers’ fields. All rights reserved.:ĭaniel stands tall in the early morning on the soaring ridge of Alto del Perdón, searching for a phantom ocean. Her short stories have appeared in journals such as untethered and Minola Review, as well as in Mantid Magazine and on the podcast No Extra Words. ![]() O'Cinneide is a writer and a blogger on her website, She Kills Lit. ![]() ![]()
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