'It's a wrecked ship, anchored over there and left alone. I don't know what it's doing there, or how on earth it has outlived storm after storm for years. They say that, sometimes, people go there and never come back. I'd like to reach it, someday, just to see.'
Anna Stroud grew up amidst the forests and fields of Central France. She studied Life and Environmental Science and Technology at the University of AgroParisTech. Her work has been published in Nouveau Monde magazine, Temps Morts and in Sombres Rets Editions.
I actually quite enjoyed this. It was a little odd, but I liked the apocalyptic premise and some of the author's expression was unique which was refreshing. I particularly liked throwing water in the face of a fire to put it out, the small puddle forgotten by the sea and paint as dry as blood scabs. This is a short story and a quick read. I grabbed it for free from the Kobo web site. Go on, give it a read.