Mar/Apr 2015 • Vol. XXXVII No. 2 FictionMarch 1, 2015 |

North Bay Hotel

It was Magnus who called about the seal, more upset than Mara would have thought. She stood at the hotel sink, holding the cordless phone. She had been pouring potatoes into a colander and steam still clung to her face. "There's a seal in our field," she told Jeanette, holding the phone away a moment. "Jesus Christ." Jeanette was leaning out the window, smoking. "What's it doing?" "It's stuck in a net." The netting, lodged deep in its neck, bound one flipper to its side. When Magnus went near, it growled, showing teeth big as a wolf's. "It's just there's nothing I can do," Magnus was saying on the telephone. He had heard the seal, snorting in the grass, before he had seen it. He had been carrying old boxes down to the creek to burn them. "How did it get there?" Jeanette dropped her cigarette onto the sill and slammed the window down on top of it. "I don't know. It must have hauled across the field." "Does it have rabies?" "Rabies? Seals don't get rabi

Already have an account? Login

Join KR for even more to read.

Register for a free account to read five free pieces a month from our current issue and digital archive.
Register for Free and Read This Piece



Or become a subscriber today and get complete, immediate access to our digital archives at every subscription level.

Read More

Triptych

By L. S. Bassen

It was Magnus who called about the seal, more upset than Mara would have thought. She stood at the hotel sink, holding the cordless phone. She had been pouring potatoes […]

Subscribe

Your free registration with Kenyon review incudes access to exclusive content, early access to program registration, and more.

Donate

With your support, we’ll continue 
to cultivate talent and publish extraordinary literature from diverse voices around the world.