She craves something light, smooth to touch. She feeds the seagulls, doesn’t mind the stealing of food, the unintelligible clamour. “Oh, my gals,” her lips murmur softly, silky heads, nearing her face, unwavering. This is what she always wanted to be. The more she gives, the more they insist, light and satiny.

Kapka Nilan

(she, her) was born in Bulgaria and now lives and writes in England. Her short fiction has appeared or is forthcoming online and in print anthologies, including Flash Fiction Magazine, Mad Swirl, Bath Flash Fiction Award, and elsewhere. Her fiction can be read on: https://kapkanilan.wordpress.com/