Gull Man tipped his hat to the waves. He’d added another couple of feathers into the brim this morning. Good ones. Slick, grey ones. Healthy ones.
It was early morning. The tide was out. So far out that the Ramsgate shoreline had peeled its watery skin right back to the bare bones, exposing that undulating, sinewy part of itself that exists between the sea and the sand—a place where the ground becomes all quicksandy, melty and slightly unpredictable.
Issue 9
SHORT HAUL
Zoe Walker worked as a music journalist in Australia then feature writer and editor in the UK before moving into corporate communications. She has an MA in Early Medieval Literature and lives in Thanet with two children, two dogs, two rabbits, two budgies and a widowed gerbil named Peter Parker.