Bright sunlight from
the cloudless sky burned the grass at her feet and she closed her eyes to feel
the warmth trapped inside.
Opening them again,
she turned to the approach of a woman along the long slope of the headland; the
houses of the quiet town nestled far behind.
They held each
other’s eyes over the last of the distance, and nodded a silent greeting.
“Hello. I have seen
you up here before, it seems you never bring your coat?”
“It is much colder
where I come from, sometimes.”
A sudden stronger gust
tore at them then and the women looked to the sea together as a plaintive howl rose
and then rolled away over the water.
“I come up here
once a day, I have for years now”, the older woman said. “For the exercise, and
to clear my head. It’s a wild coastline, but very beautiful I think.”
“The water here is
so blue, I always feel I could run down and simply throw myself in to swim. At
home the sea is darker, with the dark sand, and the weaker sun.
It is a beautiful
coast, just as at home; cliffs and waves always remind me how small we all are,
how big the world.”
“Was it the war
which brought you here?”
“The war?”
“Did you want to
get away from those things?”
“Yes, I did, just for
a while. The war, and I wanted to see this place. My cousin wrote to my mother
often after he came, one of his letters mentioned your elections. He sent us a
photograph of men and women lined up together at the local school, to vote.
They were smiling, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, to vote
altogether.”
“I thought women
had the vote in your country?”
“In Iceland, it has
been decided it will only be for those over the age of 40.”
She took an
envelope from the fold of her sleeve, removed a photo and turned it so the
older woman might see. “My mother voted this year.”
She did not need to
point out her mother in the image, it showed a woman alone in all her dark
finery, surrounded by smoking men who turned sombrely to the camera.
“I’ve voted ever
since I turned 18. I voted for Mr Massey this year, I voted for him last time
as well. I didn’t really give it much thought, this time.”
The young woman
smiled and looked away towards the sheltering houses below, then back to the
woman at last.
“I hope we will be
the same soon, all of us, voting without a second thought.”
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