I Googled it. Zero results. Not even a misspelling correction.
I have not found Nickey Huntsman. But I have found her absence, and it has a shape. It looks like a purple jacket. It sounds like a tape hiss before a voicemail. It feels like 2:47 AM on a Tuesday, clicking a dead link, and realizing someone, twenty-five years ago, was searching for her too—and never stopped. Searching for- Nickey Huntsman in-
Who was uploading a list about Nickey Huntsman in the middle of the night? And what was the “in-”? A place? A state of being? “In trouble”? “In hiding”? “In pieces”? I Googled it
If you knew Nickey Huntsman—if you know what comes after “in-”—you can reach me at the email below. The search is still open. I have not found Nickey Huntsman
Nothing.
I started calling her N.H. in my notes. A phantom.
