Disordered Daggers : The Trawlerman by William Shaw (2021)

 

( The guests chattered. Everything was bright with summer sunshine. She took in every detail, as if looking for something out of place, something that could spoil this perfect day. She looked at the children playing tag in the car park. She looked at a kite shaped like a comma, dipping down over the flat ground, then soaring up again. She looked at lovers, holding hands as they walked by the tiny art gallery by the lighthouse. And then she saw the woman, a long way off, striding with a sense of purpose. As the guests chatted, she approached. She was walking towards them at speed. “Excuse me,” Alex said to Curly. She untangled herself from the packed picnic table and stood. The woman was in her fifties or sixties, dressed in a plain grey mac, gloves still on, as if defying the summer. )