by Fiona McKay

I take the long way round. I drive the coast road through my childhood and teenage years. When I reach the spot where I’m the one who makes the decisions, I pull over for a moment.

The wind is from the south and the sea is almost green. It has a churned quality to it.
The waves roll out; the waves roll in. I breathe in time to the water. I can’t go on, but I do.
The hours are 2-4. I arrive on time.

Maybe today will be a day you remember my name.

Originally published in Five Minute Lit. Click here to read Fiona McKay’s reflection on writing about caregiving.

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Fiona McKay lives beside the sea in Dublin, Ireland with her husband and daughter. She writes flash fiction, short stories, and is also revising a novel. Writes with Writers’ HQ. Words in various places, including: Reflex Fiction, Janus Literary, Scrawl Place, Bath Flash, Lumiere Review, Lost Balloon. Supported by Arts Council Ireland Agility Award. Tweets about writing at @fionaemckayryan