Lucy Aykroyd Author

Lost at sea my small barque – and I together follow an amniotic destiny at once – glorious and terrible. Each wave – or wavelet even turns my gut to mince as rudderless we heave and groan and wait a freshening wind. Heading nowhere and everywhere. Irrevocably strapped to the mast and propelled by forces … Read more ……

She lifts her hand as I descend the stairs. I turn my head; drink in the sight of the frail form propped in a sea of pillows and wave back. The role has reversed. Whose is the reassuring hand? My mother has come to a place of resignation after five long years negotiating motor neurone … Read more ……

The Crow didn’t return till dusk. Beneath his tongue nestled a pearl, all warm and wet from its long journey. Crow knew he shouldn’t have claimed it as his own. His feathers tickled with greedy guilt. “Blow me!” said Crone when she saw him perched on the back of the chair. “Look what came down … Read more ……

Mum pats the sofa in a confiding and comforting sort of way. I snuggle in beside her in gleeful anticipation. The catalogue is open on her knee and I carefully and methodically turn the pages – examining each baby in turn for their qualities. I am well practiced now and know what to look for. … Read more ……

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