A View from a Car Park

They said she was found with the fulmars and kittiwakes on the cliffs of Lindisfarne, naked except for a bunch of storm-grey feathers smeared onto her torso with some sticky, clear fluid. They said she would scream at the sight of the walkers and boatmen, her head thrown back and her red throat gaping. She would jut out her boney elbows whilst the gulls would settle about her stone-shattered feet, and gather the twigs about her bare, hardened haunches in the limestone hollows above the scathing sea.
They said that when they brought her to the city, she kept her eyes shut and refused to open them. They said she tried to jump. They said she had killed a man.