SILVIA PIO Born by the sea, she lived in a fisherman’s shack with her parents and a number of brothers and sisters, and by the sea she remained. During the day, she went down to the beach and sat with…
Flying in the Water
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The Child
SILVIA PIO Once, a man lived in this town with his wife and three children. She was always in and out of the mental asylum. He was on his boat day in and day out and, when he got home…
Put your feet up
JOHN I. CLARKE “We’ll stay at home and take it easy. We’ll avoid the half-term crowds. Unwind a bit. You can put your feet up and relax.” It had been agreed then – no week in the Lakes after all.…
Dear Anne
JOHN I. CLARKE Method and organisation I will shore against my ruins. A couple of hours will see me through these exercise books, a bit of flick and tick while Eric is preparing the dinner. Eric? Oh he’s quite the…
Burden of Memory
FRANCES FAHY Grabbing his startled wife’s arm, Andrew Elliot bolted out of their once favourite Palermo fruit and vegetable market, a stone’s throw from the university where they’d both worked as lecturers until about four years ago. A time that…
Mermaid Sea
SILVIA PIO Mountains rise above the sea and dominate inlets rich in fish and coral. Small beaches shine white among dark rocks, coarse sand made of ancient shells and corals, crumbled and altered by Time. Only pinkish shades reveal the…
First Snow
JOHN I. CLARKE Cold, wet snow driving against the window. The sky is grimly grey and I don’t think we’ll see any real daylight at all. Not today. One of those days best wrapped up and forgotten about. I’m sitting…