Paul Ibell

Dawn

Eleanor had agreed to the interview for two reasons. She needed the money, but she was also doing it for Scott, the poet who had once been her lover. Though their relationship had only lasted a year, it had inspired over a dozen of his best published poems. Her favourite, called Dawn, was about the night they’d spent together at the small beachside house she had inherited from her parents, and where they’d seen the sun rise over the Atlantic Ocean.