I met Sill when I was just a toddler. She beckoned me into the small waves at the shore’s edge and I—scared of the rushing water—trusted her. I always did trust Sill. I only ever saw her when I played right by the sea, but I only saw my grandmother after a long, stifling drive. Visiting Sill was a lot easier.
Issue 4
WASTE LAND
£4
Elizabeth Guilt lives in London, in the United Kingdom, where history lurks alongside plate glass office buildings and stories spring out of the street names. Her fiction has appeared in Briefly Zine, Electric Spec, and The Colored Lens.