The woman was young and elegant, with a sweeping jaw and strong cheekbones, her hair curled behind her ears, and she wore an ornate dress: the collar was woven with small, gleaming beads, and the sleeves were a dark-colored lace, and Kate, one of three, wondered how the woman wasn’t cold, here in the darkness beside the sea. The three other people on the tour and the tour guide all nodded. Troubled people,” she said, “are just a big tumble of confusion.
When he was little he had it in for birds. “He was always that kid who got in trouble. “Not even I believe him,” the woman said. The planned part was to go to Catalina, and circumstances prevailed-schedules permitted, spots opened up, traffic flowed, boats didn’t sink, everything broke just the right way-so that, their sole night on the island, they found themselves in the darkness past Abalone Point, beyond the lights of Avalon, listening to a Mexican woman talk about her brother’s alien abduction.
"The Battle of Los Angeles" appears in a recently completed novel-in-stories.įor his thirty-sixth birthday, she got cancer. Bernard is a recipient of an NEA fellowship in prose and is the author of Desert Sonorous, winner of the 2014 Juniper Prize, and the novel Studies in the Hereafter. The following is excerpted from "The Battle of Los Angeles" by Sean Bernard, a story featured in Gettysburg Review 's Winter 2019 Issue.
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