Below is an excerpt of Flint's piece in Volume 2:2, "<fireflies>," which originally appeared on Hiibye.com in June 2014.
My aunt politely corrected me, “Well actually if you know a lobsterman you could go out on his boat, catch a lobster, and then head to one of the islands out there, and boil him over a fire. I think that would actually be the freshest way.”
I asked her if this was a long lost dream of hers. You know, with the whole burly lobsterman snatching a crustacean out of the murky depths of the forbidding Atlantic, and just the two of them, sitting there on an island around a man-made fire where they would wait in each other’s arms for their booty to boil, before tearing apart its body and devouring its sweet meat.
To read Flint's prosaic meditation in its entirety, navigate to page 9 of Synesthesia Literary Journal Volume 2:2!
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