Kath stayed in the studio through dinner. Laura forked up meat and potatoes for the rest of them, a bag of frozen peas pressed to her eye. When Kath eventually slunk in, tiptoeing, red-eyed, smelling of smoke, Laura thought how loud a person sounds when they are trying to be quiet. She shared a glance with her father across the couch.
‘Mutti?’ little Vik called from the bedroom where she was meant to be asleep.
Laura grit her teeth against the yearning in her sister’s voice, a pinch deep in her chest. But she was beyond expecting Kath to respond. She could hear her mother filling up the kettle, opening the fridge and riffling through. Vik started to cry. She was only just five.
Anchor Point, by Alice Robinson, Affirm Press, 2015, p3
It’s an arresting beginning, eh? And it gets better. Anchor Point is an example of ‘cli-fi’, fiction which addresses the issue of climate change.
More later, when I’ve finished reading.