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The tide ran angrily over Bantry Bay, puckering into swirling swells of orange and blood-mauve, until all of the earth was gone, and there was nothing but water falling through space.

Nigel woke to this endless plummeting, for his stomach now reached into his ears, and his mind whirled through his own long past, like a dog raging at a garden fence. Outside, seawater fell ceaselessly, along with everything else. The house was falling with the water, the sun, the sky also, his hammock and the two lean trees to which he had tied it. Then there were articles of stray clothing, and snatches of his own self-belief, which were for the first time visible to him as stolid, dirt green clods of synaptic dust. He reached for the kettle but found it could catch, hold and boil nothing, not even locks of his own hair.

He looked across the street, which was falling also, like everything else, with the water, and made out the shapes of the other houses shimmering in the intensity of the moment, one with its roof smashed open by a stone bird of paradise.



E Elia is a person with two arms, two legs and a head. He is also an author of some repute, having written the cult art satire We Go to the Gallery with his sister Miriam, and the Beckettian rodent nightmare, The Diary of Edward the Hamster 1990-1990.




C1 Monsters, Salt Should Not Be Undervalued, 2020 by Holly Birtles –


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