{"id":64,"date":"2012-01-26T20:11:30","date_gmt":"2012-01-26T20:11:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=64"},"modified":"2012-01-26T20:11:30","modified_gmt":"2012-01-26T20:11:30","slug":"bill-winchesters-the-edge-of-a-continent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/bill-winchesters-the-edge-of-a-continent\/","title":{"rendered":"Bill Winchester&#39;s &#39;The edge of a continent&#39;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">The edge of a continent <\/span><br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>I\u2019d filled the XL fast food soda cup with 2 Budweisers and I walked out of the motel to the beach.&nbsp;&nbsp;There was no one out there except for the seagulls and sandpipers.&nbsp;&nbsp;The waves came up over the beached sea weed and then went back out.&nbsp;&nbsp;It did it over and over again. I\u2019d been told in elementary school that it had something to do with the moon, the way the waves worked that is.<br \/>It was about 3 in the afternoon.&nbsp;&nbsp;The city where I lived was way behind me on the highway.&nbsp;&nbsp;I\u2019d left suddenly.&nbsp;&nbsp;I found that I did that sometimes.&nbsp;&nbsp;It confused people that I knew, they\u2019d call me up and say, \u201chey, let\u2019s get some Italian food.\u201d&nbsp;&nbsp;And I\u2019d say, \u201cI\u2019m not there.\u201d&nbsp;&nbsp;And then there would be a long pause and I\u2019d have to make up a story about the whole thing.<br \/>So, I sat there on the beach, with the Italian food and the phone calls way behind me.&nbsp;I drank the beer through a straw and I watched the moon pull the water back and forth over the surface of the Earth.&nbsp;&nbsp;In elementary school they\u2019d taught me the surface of the Earth was called the crust.&nbsp;&nbsp;It was thin and right below it there was fire, fire, fire.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">*Bill Winchester<\/span> writes fiction and poetry<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The edge of a continent &nbsp;I\u2019d filled the XL fast food soda cup with 2 Budweisers and I walked out of the motel to the beach.&nbsp;&nbsp;There was no one out there except for the seagulls and sandpipers.&nbsp;&nbsp;The waves came up over the beached sea weed and then went back out.&nbsp;&nbsp;It did it over and over [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}