“At night the two of them sleep in the barge, moored to the buildings of the flooded London. Roe doesn’t sleep much. He stands guard over Joseph and watches the older man sleep, and this is peaceful enough that it feels like rest. They are lost. The old capital is a new urban myth. Like some desperate and dying creature it is said to swallow scavengers whole, sucking them down into drains or crushing them with storm surges or poisoning them with toxic waste. Roe has been poisoned. He knows this in a vague and unwilling way. Every time he coughs there is more blood.”
A short story about two travellers in a flooded city. Published in Fusion Fragment – an online magazine that has since become defunct. No longer available online – email me if you’d like to read it.