Addison Smith was born in Texas, raised in Minnesota, and found love in New York where he currently resides. He spent his childhood walking country rivers and sleeping in a bedroom painted like a castle with swords displayed on the walls. Now he works in manufacturing, but in his off-time he writes emotional fantasies about fish, birds, and bones. His fiction has appeared in Fireside Magazine, Daily Science Fiction, and several other publications. You can find him on twitter as @storylizard.
“I’m a crustacean.”
Disbelief meets my gaze, then moves away. Jewel looks to the shells that decorate my room, the aquariums, the marked-down netting draped over my window. She looks to anything to save her the embarrassment of meeting my eyes, or the trouble of telling me I’m just a person, like her, like anyone. When she finally meets them, it is with resignation, and I know I’m being humored.
