the house by the sea

The sky was rough charcoal grey and heaved under the weight of its own possibility and the rain had come and fell hard with it and the wind blew violent and with great force lifted the waves and spat

He waited for Linda in the front upstairs bedroom of his terraced house, watched for her in the street outside through the mostly boarded-up window, through minimal shafts between the affixed lengths

Some way along the coast was a caravan park that hugged the cliff edge in honour of civilization.

They cycled back to the house by the sea. It was starting to get dark when they arrived back and they could still see the smoke rise from the caravan park and knew it would burn out soon enough.

Blame flowed like breaking waves along the shoreline, and become a national responsibility, a prerequisite to the survival of our patriotic spirit.