Her sister’s children were playing in the shallow surf, running up the long streak of wet sand as each wave licked the shore. They became braver each time, letting the foam wash their toes, their feet, their ankles. Soon they would be knee deep. ‘It’s not too late, you know,’ Amelia said. Her sunglasses clutched …
his life’s work
His life’s work was vanishing. Or that’s what it felt like at least. Because what had he worked for all these years—it was dissolving before his eyes. Like vapour, like smoke. The first day of his retirement he felt excited. Well, maybe that’s stretching things, but there was an anticipation to be sure. Of what …
the smell of lemons
The floor tasted like salt in a way he didn’t expect. Maybe it was the recent rain accumulating in little dried piles. He breathed heavily. There was an earthy smell too, muddy and rich. For a moment he was a child again, making mud pies with his brother, their mother calling them in for tea. …
