I was standing in the kitchen, back to the window, about to begin slicing garlic. Oliver came into the room, and asked if we could go down to the beach. I was making a roasted red pepper tomato soup, as I had forgotten about the peppers, only to find that they had become soft and wrinkly. It was a long time since we’d last gone to the beach. It felt as if it belonged to a former way of life, when it used to be part of our daily walks. The last time we had gone was with Oliver’s father…









Kristin Dawn Urban

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