The Water Cure

von Sophie Mackintosh

Once upon a time, damaged women came here to be cured. We took them in, fed them glasses of our clean, good water, let them scream at the waves till their lips split like ripe fruit. Now no one is left but my sisters and me. King died a year ago, quite suddenly. Mother has vanished, no one knows where. Three men arrived last week, washed up by the sea, their gazes hungry and insistent...