Olivia Atkins

  • Olivia Atkins

The gentle hum of chitchat drowned out the passing Caribbean storm. Jim silently sipped his half pint gazing off into the distance, absent-mindedly as drinkers around him busied themselves, sinking bottles, waiting for it to blow over. The bar was never fully occupied; merely a space for locals to drop into, a pit stop enroute home. And tonight, the space was comfortably filled. No, it wasn’t the room that concerned Jim. He thought about Maria, his eldest – she’d been missing for two days now… and though he’d raised the alarm, he wasn’t sure what else he could do but wait for some news.

Seed by Olivia Atkins. Image by Pascal Maitre.