This short story was a highly commended finalist in the Short Fiction section of our 2014 Inaugural Writing Competition.
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Love is so short, forgetting is so long – Pablo Neruda
Lindisfarne. Holy Island. Bamburgh. These are place names which taste of childhood; we repeat them and their familiarity is an incantation, conjuring images out of air. They draw pictures in the mind whose lines have been traced over and over again: castles, crabs, walks across the causeway and along the beach.
For you, the names meant nothing, and you laughed at my enthusiasm for this cold, bare stretch of Northumbrian coast with all the confusion of the die-hard Londoner. Continue reading