Scattering Mum

‘Tess. Scattering Mum’s ashes Friday. The pier. Dad.’

Disgusted, she swiped his message into the trash. The pier? Mum had been right; he really hadn’t known that this peaceful glade was her favourite place. Not that it mattered anymore, since on Friday, all he would now be consigning to a watery end, were fireplace ashes.


Sandra-Jane Goddard.