Miscegenation, by Glynn Barrass  (Download the audio version of
this story here: part onepart two — or click the play buttons
below. Read by David Binks. Story illustration by Stjepan
Lukac.)  Miscegenation – art by Stjepan Lukac – click to enlarge
The ocean lay empty. No boats graced her choppy, metallic grey
surface. He’d witnessed the same yesterday, and the day before
yesterday. The sky however, pale blue going darker above the
horizon, bore shapes in their multitudes. Grey, cotton wool
shreds of cloud, their bottoms, bruised ugly and black, hung
pregnant with rain.  The coastline curved inwards to his right.
Only the sea lay visible there. Left a couple of miles, mounted
upon seaward reaching, dark yellow cliffs, an abandoned
lighthouse stood bracing the elements, tall and white against
the brooding cloud cover.  The overcast sky signified an
approaching storm, as did the brisk, salt-tinged wind buffeting
Simon’s clothes and hair. A solitary form on the beach, he stood
arms-crossed, facing the mother of