My brother scours the beach for signs of life. He thinks there are people out there, at the bottom of the ocean.
Rusted coins wash up, evidence of a society. Mum’s card is declined at Tesco so he offers a few farthings, still damp. She pulls us away.
Later, he finds a pair of broken headphones. While mum and dad argue we sit in his room listening to the nothing they produce that he swears is the sea calling.
He has been missing a week now, and I am at the shore waiting for the courage to join him.
Rusted coins wash up, evidence of a society. Mum’s card is declined at Tesco so he offers a few farthings, still damp. She pulls us away.
Later, he finds a pair of broken headphones. While mum and dad argue we sit in his room listening to the nothing they produce that he swears is the sea calling.
He has been missing a week now, and I am at the shore waiting for the courage to join him.
