Cat Hellisen

I like mucking about with words. I live near a sea and it keeps creeping into things I write and wrinkling the pages and changing the word order and that kind of thing.

Sneaky sea.

Once, I tried to catch a piece of it a bucket and hold it to ransom but things kept crawling out at night. Deep sea things that flopped around and made the house stink. In the end I had to pour the stolen ocean back and mop the floors with bleach.

We have an understanding now, the sea and me. She stirs her fingers in the words, and I leave roses in the sand.