SALVAGE

Image by Mark Renney Shortly after turning forty, the restlessness my wife had already suffered for some months reached fever pitch. It was strange to see her like this; she was usually so focused and sensible, so articulate, but the inability to think rationally was wholly debilitating and she was beside herself. She was given

HIS MUM’S AUNT

Image by Christine Renney His mum’s aunt was going to be an embarrassment, this was clear to Robbie from the moment he set eyes on her. His dad pushed and his mum, taking his arm, pulled him into the living room where he stumbled to in front of her. She didn’t fit, didn’t belong, not

RESTORATION

Image by Christine Renney The sitting room at the nursing home is always bright, even on the dullest of days, and yet the air hangs heavy and stale. Breathing it in, I remember his workshop with its heady aroma; the wood shavings and sawdust, the varnish brushes soaking in old jam jars filled with turpentine.

THE FISH