“How to Read With Brothers” in Twenty-Two to Twenty-Eight
“I crossed my arms over my book, the sidewalk cool against my thighs. The emerging summer evening shimmered with a morse code of fireflies, and the orange sunlight smelled like watermelon at the height of sweetness. A perfect bookend to the day if Ranas would just leave me alone.”
Photo by Annie Spratt
A young girl reading a book