K. J. Chien | One Day the Cave Will Be Empty

“Tell me again about the night I was born.” Li Shing drags the comb through her daughter’s oil black hair. Impermeable, like a starless sky reflected against a dense sea. Or a fish’s opaque cloudy eye as it gasps at the bottom of a boat. Li Shing’s fist accidentally brushes the creature’s clammy gray neck, and she tries not to shudder. | Copyright 2022 by K.J. Chien. Narrated by Judy Young, Janina Edwards. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices