First published in Flash Flood 2014
If it was real, it would be part of Blackpool, except that there is no cove there. There isn’t a cove with a long, curving harbour wall extending from the northern cliff face. The harbour wall isn’t studded with gaps for fishermen to cast their lines. Set back from the final gap, facing the beach, there isn’t a bench, and nobody sits there day after cold day watching as the tourists throng the prom. Nobody waits for the storm to come, for the crowds to thin, and for the shop, and the flat above it, to come into view.