Quadrant Magazine

September 28, 2015

The Sleepwalker
(A piece from my next short story collection)

 I was a child sleepwalker, as much an object of village suspicion and distrust as a black cat with intense yellow eyes or a woman picking herbs by moonlight. Mother called on her favourite saints for help. Masses were said, candles lit, and a piglet raffled off for the church’s roof appeal…