The Absence of the Swallows — A Tale of Enduring Guilt

A childhood regret that still eerily haunts me, and elicits wider reflections

Matthew Clapham
Seroxcat’s Salon
Published in
6 min readMay 14, 2024

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Two swallows in black and white, flying past a wire stretched across the sky
Photo by Maddy Weiss on Unsplash

The swallows returned to my village last week. They’re actually swifts, but I think of them as swallows. I would be content with just one word for both. Swifflow. Swoopwing. Summersign.

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Matthew Clapham
Seroxcat’s Salon

Professional translator by day. Writer of silly and serious stuff by night. Also by day, when I get fed up of tedious translations. Founder of Iberospherical.