Rumour

The rumour was one that had taken a grip on Enzo when he was young. He’d grown up dreaming of the sea, wistfully staring out his bedroom window when he couldn’t be there himself. Enzo loved the beach, spent every moment he could out on the sand, or in the water. People told him he was more at home in the sea than on land, and Enzo couldn’t argue; out there in the water, the rumour felt closer, and more real.
Aged twenty-one, out on a paddleboard alone on his birthday, the rumour rose from the...