‘I’m back,’ she said.
In the pallor of early morning, two gulls peeked out from under their wings and then ducked their heads again. The sea gave no sign that it had heard her.
Delving into her pockets, she produced a two-pound coin, inspected it, deemed it fit for purpose. Drawing back, the jagged stones shifting under her weight, she hurled it at an angle, the way you’d skim a stone. The tiny silver-gold disc gleamed, a miniature sun, before punctuating the grey waters in an exclamation of foam. She watched the meagre treasure sink.
Issue 6
PELAGIC GRIP
Lesley Warren is a translator by day and an author by night. A languages graduate, she has always been fascinated by the power of the written word. Her poetry and prose explore the themes of alienation, otherness, and family secrets.