Author: M. Darusha Wehm

I was encoding a batch of classic ebooks when the ulu-aliki walked in to the library, the outdoors scent of gardenias and overripe mangoes following him. “Afternoon, chief,” I said, pushing my chair back a bit. Joseph Seru spoke Tuvaluan with his family and the other council members, but his…

As I belly-crawled through the conduit, I saw my boss Matthews’ smiling face in my mind’s eye and regretted not fighting harder to get out of this assignment. “Why me?” I’d asked. “Why not you?” she’d countered. Surely a smaller, thinner, person would have been better suited for this job—that…