Swimming With Crocodiles (Fictionable)
Fictionable, Winter 2025
“Look, Mum.” Isobel held up the newsletter. “A competition to rewild your garden.”
Claire was spreading avocado on crackers for Jimmy. He was going through a green phase – he only ate green things. The GP’s words buzzed like mosquitoes in her ears. Was her absent-mindedness really something more than just general exhaustion?
“Earth to Mum!”
Claire put her thumbs to her forehead. “Sorry, Izzy, what did you say?”
