Henry never much liked the dark, but he ventures down to the sea anyway. It was once a favourite place of his, when he was young. Well, younger than he is today. When the sun would shine the water would sparkle, and he could have sworn that someone up above had blessed this little part of the world just for him.
He does not feel that way now, but he remembers what he used to think of the sea as he walks the narrow footpath down from the hills. The lights of the town have long since disappeared. The world is dark. He has only his lamp to guide the way.
Issue 6
PELAGIC GRIP
Sophia Carlisle is a graduate with work in Diet Milk Magazine and Erato Magazine. She enjoys wistful stories of all kinds and has a particular soft spot for the ghosts we let linger.