Alison Moore - The Lighthouse

Carl, holding on to the railings, watches the coastline fade. The ferry, now surrounded by sea, will be in England by morning.

The conference was interesting. Contrary to what his mother insists on believing, there was no reading of crystal balls or tea leaves, only papers delivered by people with grants. He listened to speakers on the topics of telepathy, remote viewing and distant healing. What really fascinates him is the subject of premonition and precognition. It is true that he has been experimenting with tarot cards, but he does not appreciate his mother’s disparaging comments. He was embarrassed by her coming to his room while they had a guest and berating him for ‘messing about with those bloody cards’. Before leaving him alone she said, ‘And will you be needing our coffee grounds?’

He looks around the deck once more for this man, this uneasy traveller who gave him a lift in his car. This makes him think about the car deck, its throb, its fuel stink, the metal walls and the metal floor and the strip lights on the metal ceiling, the luminous orange paint and the safety notices, the hazard warnings, the no-smoking signs and the fire extinguishers, the sirens and flashing lights. It reminds him of the underground or a submarine and turns his stomach.

Down on the car deck on the outward journey, sitting in the passenger seat of his acquaintance’s car with the road atlas on his lap, waiting to go, he suddenly had this dreadful feeling of being trapped, the sense of a disaster about to happen. It made him feel quite sick. As he turned to his companion and said, ‘Do you ever get a bad feeling about something?’ the ramp was lowered and there was daylight, there was the sky, and his friend was working at some tune as they sat there waiting to drive out into the brightness of the day.

Big thanks to Nick Royle for early encouragement and invaluable feedback, for astute editing and patience; to Dan for close reading and the making of many good points, for being able to sleep with the light on and being so supportive; to Wheelbarrow Grandma for Arthur’s play dates; to John Oakey for the great cover; and to Jen and Chris at Salt for being such a pleasure to work with.