the fair appeared in town each May I could see it from the kitchen window as I scrubbed the plates which you had used throughout the day and could not would not wash yourself because you are too busy and remarkable and I am neither or I am the former but without your validation it is not so so I look out to the Ferris Wheel and wonder how they construct such a thing overnight or overday and dream of it becoming loose and rolling out from the fairground and reaching our house so I can step from the window and run just a woman running on top of a barrel but it stays where it was built upon solid foundations of steel which do not bend or snap to my request and it takes me half an hour to do the dishes because I watch the people who are happy
Bethan lives an island life in Orkney. She tries to write when her young children decide to sleep, which is rarely. She is yet to be published.