The Uninvited

after a storm. We’d walk beyond the coveas far as the wind turbines, and I’d explaintheir aerodynamics and engineering: he’dlisten for a bit, then scramble up the hillby the ruined cairn, shrieking into thewind at the top of his lungs. We’d makekites, hunt for edible berries and fungi,construct driftwood boats to float in rockpools, identify bird-calls, build bonfiresto grill the mackerel we’d caught, readbooks bursting with facts.But nothing’s as I thought.A month has passed since we left London:soon winter will be setting in. Mydecision to move to the island aftersplitting up with Kaitlin was fuelled by anurge to be isolated and alone. But I seenow that being encircled by sea gives us