In this novella, which is more of a prose poem, the trauma of giving birth is set against the backdrop of a post-apocalyptic scenario, following an environmental disaster. Amidst supermarket panics and food shortages, our narrator is forced to flee northwards as a refugee from a submerged London. Her survival technique to live from day to day is reflected in brief episodic snatches of narration, making her testimony all the more harrowing.
Home is another word that has lost itself. I try to make it into something, to wrap its sounds around a shape. All I get is the opening of my mouth and its closing, the way my lips press together at the end. Home.