Siren Song

“I can’t believe you’re here, after all this time. I always dreamt of meeting you one day. I never thought it would somewhere like this. I thought it would be me who found you.”

Ewan put his hand in his pocket and brought out what looked like a large plectrum. Smooth and black, it absorbed light one minute and reflected it the next. It had the hypnotising effect of being there and not there at the same time. He alternated between turning it in his fingers and tapping his knee with it.

“What about mum, will she...?”

“No. She’s too unwell. I’m sorry.”

Ewan frowned and fiddled with the plectrum.

“How’s Gran?” he asked at last.

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