The trip was a kind of honeymoon. The boy and girl were eloping. They weren’t married, however, and had already agreed that they never would be—they weren’t that kind of couple. The boy, Andy, was a reader; he said that they were seafarers, wanderers. “Ever unfixed,” a line from Melville, was scraped in red ink across the veins of his arm. The girl, Angie, was three years sober and still struggling to find her mooring on dry land. On their first date they had decided to run away together.Man, this story really got to me. Simultaneously tender and horrifying, this story about young lovers on the run quickly turns sinister when the girl, Angie, is possessed by a plant. Karen Russell has a wonderful tone to her, a beautiful turn of phrase which lures you in and sends shivers up your spine all at once. It's a terrific story.
You can read 'The Bad Graft' by Karen Russell over on The New Yorker website.
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