Glass Float

Creative writing by Jeremy Martineau, from the 'If Objects Could Speak' Ports, Past and Present workshop, run by Suzanne Iuppa, July 2021. Based on a found glass float.


Round and smooth, frail but strong. I was blown once, made of molten sand from the very beach where I lay forgotten until she found me.

“Oh look, what is it, Hugh? Isn’t it lovely? Can we keep it as a memory of our time here?”

Forgotten now the strong thin ropes that bound me, held me fast. Holding my breath as I floated in foam spattering waves to keep the net taut. Cast free I was when tired rope sundered – away banging and bouncing till rest came as tide withdrew – then left me there for Grace to find.