Auntie Rose was the vintage of the oldest penny that we found buried in our back garden. Born in 1892. She wore her hair in a white bun. She made bread and scones, she planted hyacinths and forsythia, she scolded and comforted, clucked and sweetened. In her late nineties she went 'home' on a visit. Within weeks she was dead and buried in the cramped family grave, as if the land itself had killed her. Only then did I learn of her lost child, the 'sin' that made her leave, and understand why she used to say, defiant: 'They can scatter my ashes over Roaring Water Bay.'
About the Author: 'Roaring Water Bay' can be found in Lane Ashfeldt’s début collection of short fiction, Saltwater, published in 2013. SaltWater contains a dozen or so stories inspired by the sea. It includes stories that won the Fish Short Histories prize and the Global Short Stories prize. It’s been called ‘raw and elegant’ (Bookmunch) and ‘an accomplished collection by a writer who has mastered the craft’ (Fish Publishing). Short stories by Lane have previously been published in Ireland, England, the US and Greece. Born in London to Irish parents and educated in Dublin, Lane presently lives in Wales.
Image: (c) Lane Ashfeldt