Comhroinn Fuaime

Outside, she saw through the windows, the night looked calm, the wind could not be heard, and moon shone with a curved, slight figure, below it, the church glinted, like fire. In the distance, she knew, the sea was dark and calm, the tide was easy at this time of the year. She tried to picture it, but it wouldn’t enter her mind, all she saw was a memory of a girl, her silhouettebent in the cell, again and again – She stood up at once, and went to the table, poured herself a drink and drunk, the