Andrea Sonda on Unsplash
Window in the Rock
When you glimpse it you’re crammed into a floating bathtub with a teenage boy at the tiller, hurtling towards likely death. At the moment you think if I live, Mum can never know, you look back and spot the rogue pixel glinting high on the cliff. You’ve heard it is not a window but a void blasted by a long-dead seigneur; a ledge for winching up vraic; a hide for spying guillemots. You don’t know your future self is up there – settling her children, stepping past DANGER SHEER DROP into a dark prism that ends in light. Braced for the rush she inches forward, palms pressed to rock, and cheers for a tiny boat 250 feet below as it vaults the ferry’s wake.