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The womangirl takes stock of the world rendered anew. She sees cats paddling, whiskers iced with droplets. She sees ducks, nonplussed at their unexpected home expansion. She sees things floating about that she’d never before seen floating about. A pack of cards. A stopwatch. A plug. A china teacup. A doormat. ‘Welcome home’, it proclaims. To whom now, the womangirl was not certain. The river, whose bank had met with the womangirl’s crystalline sorrow, was no longer distinguishable from any other part of the water cascade. Was it still a river? Or was it now just one current of the larger body? Hard to say. The womangirl picked up the china teacup, admiring its delicate constitution, and placed it in her vessel.

A woman in leggings, trainers and a workout top swam by energetically. ‘Mad this, isn’t it?’ ‘I know, I’m sorry’ said the womangirl. The sporty woman didn’t seem to have heard her. ‘Mad! The day after I upgrade my smartwatch, the new one gets flooded and refuses to count my steps! Although, if we’re being pedantic about it, I’m technically not taking any steps, am I! Ha! At least there’s plenty of water to stay hydrated!’ She swam away as if in a rush to share these thoughts urgently with the next citizen she saw, splashing a path in her wake, and taking gulpfuls of water every 3rd stroke.

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from The Womangirl's Flood, released February 12, 2021

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Hel MacCormack London, UK

Hel MacCormack is a 25-year-old writer, composer, lyricist, performer, and comedian from Liverpool, currently based in North London.

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