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Nain. Itโ€™s in Ireland. See the signs in the street behind? And our harbour has the cliff rising above it. That canโ€™t be you.โ€™

She looked at the picture again. The boy didnโ€™t know how the film men could change things, how they could change young men into old, and back again, legs into ivory stumps, rubbish bins into barrels, how they could paint a cliff in, or take one away.

It was her. She had been there.

The grandchildren came with the summer, sent for sun and fresh sea air. Yet they spent their days staring at screens, and flicked their thumbs up and down. They said you could find the whole world in a phone.

Still, if she asked, they would take her to the harbour. There was colour, now. Blue, red, yellow painted houses. An ice-cream van. Rainbow sun-shades.

โ€˜Much better,โ€™ people said.

The film people had taken the colour away โ€“ what little there was back then. They didnโ€™t want it. Not here. They wanted drab stone, moulding wood, grimed window-panes. Cobbles. They could magic all these, as they had done with the cliff, and the signs. But it had been many years before the colour came, following the tourists, who had finally discovered the town, along with their ice-creams and crab sandwiches and boat-trips. Yes, they did that now, sleek, fast boats, out into the bay, bird-watching, dolphin-spotting, paying good money. โ€˜No sightings guaranteed โ€ฆโ€™ When they came back, she would hear their wonder. โ€˜I saw a fin!โ€™ โ€˜It jumped out of the water!โ€™ โ€˜They followed us for ages!โ€™ A whale, sometimes, a small affair, and yet they made such a fuss.

What was so special about this, she asked herself? Dark curves, that could hardly be glimpsed, except through a glass. Camouflaged by the black troughs of the sea, except for those showy jumps.

Her whale moved on top of the water.

It was white, and huge.

โ€˜Iโ€™ve seen a whale,โ€™ she wanted to say, the words coming close to her mouth.

โ€˜Iโ€™ve seen a whale,โ€™ she said. โ€˜Here, just here, and then โ€ฆโ€™

The children, or childrenโ€™s children, hurried her away.

On her good days, they would take her to the cliffs, where the farm had been.

โ€˜I was born here, it was my home,โ€™ she would tell them, waving towards the buildings behind her. Holiday cottages, now, โ€˜sought after, in sight of the sea.โ€™ Yes, it was what she woke up to, every day. It was part of her. They had said the same about the story; the sea was part of it, too. The sea meant something, like those other things that were supposed to mean something.

This place, high up, looking both ways, was one of her favourites. The water did everything here, on different days, at different times. And it was where she had seen the whale disappear.

โ€˜I ran, as soon as the mooring broke free. I knew which way it would go; I knew the currents. They โ€“ the film people โ€“ followed only the marked tracks, and stumbled at each outcrop. Have I told you this before?โ€™

She followed the beast along the coast, running from cove to cove, over the cliff tops.

โ€˜My pink hair-slide broke free and skittered down the cliff. I couldnโ€™t see above the height of the gorse, but I knew where I was going โ€“ home. I was the one who got here first. I was the one to see the whale rounding the corner. I was the one to see it disappear, with the famous actor tied to the side.โ€™

They always shuffled glances then, in time with their feet; their thumbs would start that fidgeting again, and they would say, โ€˜No, no!โ€™ โ€˜It wasnโ€™t like that at all.โ€™ โ€˜Look, it says here โ€ฆโ€™

They showed her things she didnโ€™t want to see โ€“ a picture of a white cylinder, with wires and cogs behind, a man pulling levers inside.

โ€˜Look!โ€™ They were fond of that word. And she lowered her eyes to whatever was on the little screen. But she saw nothing, she didnโ€™t have to see, unless she wanted to.

They told her things she didnโ€™t want to hear.

There was no whole whale. Just bits โ€“ a tail, a head, sections that they moved around on a barge, putting them in the water when needed. Or โ€ฆ there were three models, but none of them whole โ€ฆ

Sixty feet, eighty-five feet, one whale, three. No whales, parts of whales, a model in a tank, a picture on a studio wall. Rubber, steel.

โ€˜An internal engine to pump the spouting water!โ€™

โ€˜Dye in the latex skin, so that it could โ€œbleedโ€!โ€™

โ€˜A publicity stunt, Nain! Just imagine the press coverage such a story would get. โ€œHollywood star nearly drowns, swept out to sea on the back of a whale!โ€โ€™

โ€˜A myth,โ€™ another announced. โ€˜Built from half-truths, a muddle of events. Look, a section broke free; the actor nearly drowned being dunked in a tank in the studio. Then they all said different things. The coastguard sailed to the rescue! The RAF was called! But none of it happened! The camera guy says this โ€ฆ the director says that โ€ฆ Gregory Peck something else entirely! But they all seem to settle on โ€œNo whale!โ€โ€™

โ€˜No,โ€™ she said. โ€˜They must have forgotten. They had so much to do. They moved on quickly.โ€™

They moved on to another film, another story. It became nothing to them.

The children leave with the summer. She is glad.

Soon, everything theyโ€™ve said is gone again. All the โ€˜looksโ€™ bundled away, along with their forgotten names. And the whale drifts out of the harbour, great, white, whole, with the famous actor trapped in a web of twine. She runs along the cliff, her pink slide falls, and there it is again.

Soon, she sees the sea every day, just as in her childhood, in this place theyโ€™ve put her in, calling it โ€˜homeโ€™. Home again, sea again.

And there are new people who listen to her story, and say โ€˜How interesting!โ€™ Or, โ€˜Good!โ€™ no matter how many times she tells it. She cannot see the film any more โ€“

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