THE ISLAND

It’s been almost five years since I left the Island. The night terrors don’t come as often now but when they do, I wake up drenched, tangled, drowning in hot water.

The Island sits thousands of kilometres from the nearest landmass. Surrounded by the Pacific Ocean. Spitting distance from the Equator. It used to take about 20 minutes to drive the entire circumference, where the boys we represented were incarcerated on. While they languished in the detention centre on the hill, I lived in the hotel by the water. Like much of the Island, it was a decaying edifice from