He could just make out the dark shape of a crab scampering under the rock beneath him, his trouser legs rolled and his feet dipped in the cool water bellow. Occasional sea spray shone white, flying upon moonlit air, and speckled the back of his neck with cold as he faced inwards, away from the sea.

His senses were sharp, and everything clear and crisp. He looked over his shoulder, at the blackness gently and endlessly rising and falling, but he could no longer see the silhouette of her head bobbing up and down upon the surface.

After sitting for a while he rose and started the steep climb, clutching onto sandy rocks as he went. At the top he looked down from the cliffs edge. The sea was huge, dark, and seemed calmer from here, betrayed by distant flashes of white foam, but there was nothing.


© Colin Legge