The Vision

by Caite Sajwaj

On the last day of summer, the women stand in the water, holding nets spun thin as spider silk. It’s dawn and the sun gleams red off the cresting waves. Bina stands with Freida, Rachel, and Roza. They whisper excitedly to each other, but Bina is silent. She watches the water, searching for the glimmer of silver scales beneath the surface. Her skirt is soaked and stained with mud. Her feet are cold and pruney. She…