Narrated by Stephanie Malia Morris.

I stopped counting my steps across the ice after three hundred. I couldn’t distract myself from the thought of that gap closing between me and the ship. Between me and you. Issheth, always steps ahead of me, tireless, trying in vain to close her own gap. Frenzied. I kept my eyes on her back. At my belt I had the long knife I used for cutting ballast.

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Read “Forgive Me, My Love, for the Ice and the Sea” by C.L. Clark, in Issue #296

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Cherae Clark graduated from Indiana University’s creative writing MFA. She’s been a personal trainer, an English teacher, and an editor, and is some combination thereof as she travels the world. When she’s not writing or working, she’s learning languages, doing P90something, or reading about war and [post-]colonial history. Her work has also appeared in FIYAH, PodCastle and Uncanny and she's currently a PodCastle co-editor. You can follow her on Twitter @c_l_clark.

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