Driftwood and coloured glass nursed by seaweed lie tangled in a high-summer tideline. Claiming a spot on the sand, the first of the morning tourists will take home to a life indoors: pieces of glass, the smallest and prettiest of the driftwood, and some seaweed to hang outside to predict the weather. At night, youths with alcohol make a fire of the big driftwood that escaped incarceration, and the last of a great forest ends its life as pyre-sparks released into an endless dome of black sky. Indoors, left in a box, this is what the coloured glass dreams.
Tim Goldstone lives in Wales. Travelled and worked throughout the UK, Western and Eastern Europe, and North Africa. His material has appeared in print, online, and anthologies, including The New Welsh Review, Stand, Crannóg, Anti-Heroin Chic, Ellipsis, Ghost City Review, Altered States, The Speculative Book, The Cabinet of Heed, Veil: Journal of Darker Musings, Idle Ink, Déraciné, Flash Fiction Magazine, Drabblez, Clash, and The Mechanics’ Institute Review 15 anthology. Prose sequence read on stage at The Hay Festival. Other material broadcast on TV, radio. Twitter: @muddygold
