Da steers our skiff to the front step of our abandoned house, pulling alongside old clapboard stained by tidemarks. I ignore briny winds lashing my cheeks and imagine my childhood summer haven: Ma swatting flies from the flakes of fish, Da cracking wise at us kids while he chopped wood, the yard filled with bumblebees flitting over clover instead of hermit crabs lurking in seaweed. My sister Molly, alive.
Issue 14
NEON WASH
£4
Melanie Mulrooney lives in Atlantic Canada where she spends her time writing, reading, volunteering, and hanging out with her gaggle of children. Her favourite days are the ones where the fog rolls in so thick you can barely see, and everything smells like the ocean.