In Syllables of Elder Seas

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    Abstract

    To pass the wet hours crammed in his bottle, Aitch counts cylinders. Tonight, only those he can actually see get tallied: not the darkened hurricane lamp dangling on its chain, not the perforated lid screwed tight on his jar. With some effort Aitch can tilt his head back, tum it side to side, but down is impossible with bent knees wedged under his chin. No points for his short thighs, his shorter shins, his cramped toes. He looks forward, left, right. Starts with what's closest. An easy ten: thin shadow fingers lifted out of the brine. Bobbing on the breath-rippled solution is another: a seale~, thumb-length leather tube, strung from a cord around his neck. Aitch worries the pouch in his cold grip, its familiar squish comforting. The caul that had helmeted him at birth is preserved inside - to protect him, Mother had promised, from drowning.
    Original languageEnglish
    Title of host publicationThe Mammoth Book of Cthulhu
    EditorsPaula Guran
    Place of PublicationLondon, United Kingdom
    PublisherLittle, Brown
    Pages1-19
    Number of pages19
    ISBN (Print)0762456205, 9780762456208
    Publication statusPublished - 2016

    Keywords

    • Creative writing
    • Short stories
    • Australian literature

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