Many small businesses fall into one of three camps when it comes to their own online piece of real estate; they have either had a son, sister or friend build a site as a favour; they might have bought something like Front Page and tried to do it themselves or they have paid a web design company to do it for them - and then continue paying every time they want to update something.
My heart sank.
I watched it go. It fought hard to keep afloat. I took my boathook, knocked back its jellyfish pulses. I had to make sure. Cracked, it bubbled silver as it dropped, an aspirin fizz then one toxic gulp like mercury breaking from a thermometer. It stopped struggling after that, twisted, turned in the tug of the tide, spiralling slowly down into the deep dark.
I watched until I could see it no more.
My mother warned me. You never know when you might want it back. To shut her up, I marked it by the harbour buoy. I knew I wouldn’t need it again. I crossed off years well enough without it, the sea coming in, going out, working, eating, sleeping. Except on stormy nights. The wild clamour of the buoy bell woke me then. I’d hug the pillow over my ears and curse my mother.
But she was right. Of course.
There you were, one day, end of the pier, leaning into the wind like a figurehead. For the first time since I drowned my heart, I licked my roughened, seaside lips and tasted salt.
That night I rowed out and let down my net. I threw back the crabs and the mackerel, rubbed off the barnacle crust by the light of the moon. My pearlescent heart shone, strange, hard, beautiful.
I bent my back to the oars and headed for land, heart thumping like a fresh caught fish.
Sharon Telfer won the June 2016 Bath Flash Fiction Award and has a story in this year’s National Flash Fiction Day anthology. She cut her flash fiction teeth winning the @AdHocFiction and @FaberAcademy weekly competitions. She works as a non-fiction writer and editor, translating social policy research into everyday English.
You can meet Sharon on Twitter @sharontelfer
You can find Sharon’s story, alongside the other flash fiction runners up in Hysteria 5, the anthology from the Hysteria Writing Competition 2016. You can purchase it direct from The Hysterectomy Association online store.