The Lobster Pot

Ireland, Rathmore Forest, 1988: She dreamt the hut he had built for his old trysts was still there, among the roots and the boat engines and the decaying yew trees. She saw the shovels in their usual place, leaning against the wall. She knew there would be no need for consecrated ground.

Bernie McQuillan

Indie Novella
9781738442133
304 pages
Paperback
United Kingdom
Modern & contemporary fiction (post c 1945)