Roaring Water Bay is in West Cork. It is also a very short storylet which you can read in my collection SaltWater, now online at the The Journal of Microliterature. I don’t often write really short work, but just occasionally if a piece feels finished I will leave it at under a page. Being so short, this one isn’t typical of the stories in SaltWater, which average at closer to 3,000 words, but like a couple of the others it’s inspired by a family member. There’s been a lot of news lately in Ireland about the women who were locked up in the Magdalene Laundries. Women who were sent to those places had a terrible time, but so did those who were sent out of the country either to have their baby or avoid a scandal afterwards. Though I did not know it as a child growing up, that was what had happened to my mother’s aunt, who inspired the story, and I expect it is one reason she enjoyed spending time with us. The photo of the fishing nets is one that I took in one of the quiet inlets close to Roaring Water Bay. I was in Baltimore to give a reading at the deservedly popular Bushes Bar, and stayed on for a day or two in rooms upstairs over the pub. If you ever visit the islands off West Cork and need an overnight stay en route, it is a well placed stop. Book a front room and you can see when your ferryboat-boat is coming, and run down the pier in time to catch it — always a good feature. More info here in case you ever find yourself in the area and decide to investigate. And a few more photos.