Bedevilled 2016 -

Bok-nam raised the sickle. The rain ran down the blade like tears. “I am not crazy,” she said. “I am not stupid. I am not your pity. Tonight, I am the tide.”

“Tomorrow,” Hae-won said. “I’ll go to the mainland tomorrow. I’ll make a report.” bedevilled 2016

Bok-nam laughed, a dry, broken sound. “The police boat comes once a month. The officer drinks with Jong-sik. He calls me ‘crazy Bok-nam.’ Please. You have a satellite phone. For your work.” Bok-nam raised the sickle

Hae-won’s blood turned to ice. The little girl, Mi-hee. The silent child with the hollow eyes. They’d said she drowned in the tide pool. But Hae-won remembered Mi-hee’s arm. The spiral fracture. Old bone, healed badly. “I am not stupid

Hae-won didn’t finish the thought. She watched Bok-nam’s silhouette disappear into the screaming rain. Then she looked at the phone again.