Contributions by Erica Bodwell

Issue 18 | Summer 2016

Camp, 1978

By | Prose

She sits on the splintered wooden steps, alone. The smell of wet canvas Mixes with a breeze off the lake. Behind her, six cots, Striped mattresses cottony and thick. She lays out her plaid sleeping bag, Dislodges a scab and brings it to her mouth, watches them retreat: Mother, stepfather, stray younger siblings.  Her little …