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Me and the sea - Conor Perls

I can’t remember what brought me here. To be honest, I don’t care to remember. All that matters is that I am sinking ever deeper, drifting further away. I don’t know where I’m going either, but even if I did it wouldn’t make a difference. I can’t change it, so I might as well save the energy that could be spent thinking about it. I do remember the beginning of here, whatever here is, whatever the beginning was. I remember the waves, something odd about the waves, yes. What was it? Maybe I don’t remember.   It felt so familiar, not déjà vu, more déjà entendu. That soft lapping back and forth – if I closed my eyes – could have come at any time in my life, past, present, future; that melancholy drenched me, it has been soaking into my pores since I have existed, from a time before a ‘me’ was. Time here is wrong of course, for this piercing blandness belongs to a space much older than time. As long as it has existed, I have been here. Wherever here is. Something odd about the waves...
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The Back Door - Anonymous

The back door was always open. Sometimes, the front door was as well, but she went around the back without trying it first as it was the way she’d always entered the house and it would feel odd to change the habit of a lifetime. The wind was whipping around. A persistent south-easterly silencing the crows’ cacophonous cawing as they circled the conifers. They drifted gracefully despite their size on the thermals, suddenly bombing into nothingness before righting themselves, writing the sky their inky black. Stark against the flint grey she was mesmerised by their drifting, falling, soaring for a good few seconds before opening the door with her shoulder. Loosed from its hold, it banged furiously against the cabinets and jammed in the hole carved there through repeated action. The kitchen was cold. She frowned ruefully at the mottled brass handle, shivering slightly as the moist air stealthily fingered her face. She angrily yanked it free, forcing it closed. A calendar, briefly airbor...
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