The Last Watch
A Short Story by Awen Null The old man sat hunched on the sea wall, his coat wrapped around his bones, listening to the sigh of the tide as it pulled away from Laugharne’s muddy shore. A wagtail bobbed and dipped at his feet, as if keeping time with the slow tremor of his hand resting on the carved top of his stick. The winter air smelt of brine and old rain, and the sky above was a poet’s sky; deep-bellied and rolling, shifting like memories through a tired, damaged mind. There had been a t
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