Feral Hearts
By Courtney Milnestein
There was a story about Maiden’s Point, an old story, a story about a jilted lover who, in her grief, threw herself into the sea. That summer, my father wouldn’t stop going on about it. In the lead up to our trip, he brought it up at every opportunity, during the long journey in the car through the empty countryside, he would glance back over his shoulder and ask us if we had heard the story, and then, at the very last, as we were unpacking our things, moving bags from the back of the car to the big house, again, he turned to look at us and reminded us that Maiden’s Point was where that lonely woman had once decided that life was not worth living without love.
That had been the summer I had annoyed my older sister, and, as punishment, she and her frie
