She has a hunger to know what lies beyond, in places she has only read about and gleaned from parents reluctant to talk about what came before. Orpen sometimes paddles out in a boat far enough to see the coast of Ireland. The bridge is ruined, chopped in half by something so big, something disastrous.” Everyone thought a little place like this was a good idea, across water, away from the cities and towns. It used to stretch the whole way to Ireland, and even now it’s packed full of cars, like massive dead beetles, relics from a time long past, all quiet and finished but not a single one empty. ”From here you can see what remains of the old bridge, a long road over sea between our island and the mainland, built with cement and steel and wire. Orpen, with her mom and her mom’s partner Maeve, live on an island off the coast of Ireland. The civilized world has come to a screeching halt through an apocalypse of great magnitude. I kept going till I first read the word ‘banshee,’ and that was only the start, so it was.”įor all of her short life, Orpen has been told what to be afraid of and how to fight what she must be afraid of. I went further all the time, out to places I wasn’t meant to go on my own, and I ate up the pictures of businesses and towns and cities and countries. In the houses, in old papers, there was more of it, signs of people all gathered up. I looked all around the island with a hunger in me to know more about how it was when the world was whole.
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