ÉLODIE BY JAMES LATIMER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 68
Élodie ran with cranes. She ran along the shores with breaching whales, and once, with whales, beneath the churning waves. Élodie ran on creosote, on smooth-worn stones. She splashed through sodden rushes, through salt reed grass. From there, away, you might see a head above the stems, dark hair lifting and falling. Close, you might see and hear her. Élodie’s running sang. Her shoulder blades, her breastbone, her floating heels: in motion she was music.