How to negotiate a world whose terrain has
suddenly come to this? I open my mouth to
speak – dust spores settle on my tongue
Drilling their spiked tentacles deep into
The desiccated well.
Why do they
Search? What do they hope
To find? If I could resurrect the dead
I would have started with myself.
Julia McNamara is an emerging writer from Cork who was delighted to have been shortlisted in the Kanturk Arts Festival Flash Fiction contest 2019. When she isn’t writing she is applying make-up as a form of inexpensive therapy/temporary disguise, while ruminating on where it all went wrong. Her favourite whiskey is Jameson. Say hello on twitter.