{"id":2623,"date":"2026-01-03T22:40:08","date_gmt":"2026-01-03T22:40:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/offshore-short-story-collection-cleeves-ann\/"},"modified":"2026-01-03T22:40:08","modified_gmt":"2026-01-03T22:40:08","slug":"offshore-short-story-collection-cleeves-ann","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/offshore-short-story-collection-cleeves-ann\/","title":{"rendered":"Offshore [Short Story Collection] – Cleeves, Ann"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The phone call from my father woke me from a deep sleep. It was past midnight and my first thought was that my mother was dead. She\u2019d been ill for a while.<\/p>\n

\u2018Willow, you need to come.\u2019 A pause. \u2018Please.\u2019 He\u2019d lived in North Uist for thirty years, but hadn\u2019t lost the posh voice. He\u2019d never asked for my help
\n before.<\/p>\n

\u2018Is it Lottie?\u2019 We Balranald kids had been taught to call our parents by their first names. One of the many things that set us apart.<\/p>\n

\u2018No, not Lottie.\u2019 Another hesitation. \u2018Just come. Get the first plane to Benbecula. I\u2019ll meet you there.\u2019<\/p>\n

Peter was waiting in the airport building, thin as a scarecrow with long, grey hair. Looking at his face, I saw how similar we were. In thirty years I\u2019d have the same bony face, and my
\n hair was already as dry as hay. We drove across the causeway to North Uist. The week before had been unseasonably stormy, but now it was sunny, so the landscape looked drenched in melted butter.
\n Light reflected from the water that\u2019s everywhere in the islands, and from the iris beds and the flat machair, yellow with rattle, bird\u2019s-foot trefoil and little wild pansies. I waited
\n for my father to speak. He\u2019d dragged me here; let him make the first move. The van bounced across a cattle grid and towards the house where I\u2019d spent my childhood.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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