Beyond That, the Sea

by Laura Spence-Ash

I hate saying goodbye, Bea says finally, looking out the side window. I would rather just disappear. An Irish goodbye, Gerald says. Wouldn’t we all.

The trails they made and followed so long ago are still there. Desire lines, his father called them. The quickest way from here to there.

She brought a sign as a housewarming gift, a line from Shakespeare: WHAT’S PAST IS PROLOGUE.