I take the long way round. I drive the coast road through my childhood and teenage years. When I reach the spot where I’m the one who makes the decisions, I pull over for a moment. The wind is from the south and the sea is almost green. It has a churned quality to it. The waves roll out; the waves roll in. I count my breaths in time to the water. I can’t go on, but I do. The visiting hours are 2 to 4. I arrive on time. Maybe today will be a day you remember my name.
Fiona McKay lives and writes beside the sea in Dublin, Ireland. Words now or soon in Blinkpot, 50-Word Stories, Sledgehammer Lit, Funny Pearls, the TL;DR Alchemy anthology, Reflex Fiction, and Janus Literary. Find Fiona on Twitter @fionaemckayryan.