The Haunting of Strawberry Water
By Tara Gould
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A gripping tale of post-natal depression, this short story reads like a modern retelling of The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman and has much in common with Sarah Water' The Little Stranger in its realisation of psychological distress as a supernatural phenomenon.
A new mother, traumatised by an arduous labour, tries to come to terms with being abandoned as a baby by Olivia, the mother she never knew. Set in the eponymous 'Strawberry Water', a mysterious 1920s country bungalow which overlooks a fast-flowing river, the story begins with a faded photograph of the woman our narrator assumes to be her mother.
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Tara Gould
Tara Gould studied visual arts at Brighton University and an MA at Sussex University. Her short stories have been published in anthologies including the Asham Anthology for Women Writers, and her plays have been broadcast on BBC Radio 4. In 2016 she was Writer in Residence at Creative Futures. She lives in East Sussex.
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The Haunting of Strawberry Water - Tara Gould
For most of my life, the only image I possessed of my mother was a shadowy, indistinct figure in an old Polaroid photograph.
She left when I was very small. I couldn’t bring to mind the sound of her voice, or remember her face, but as a child I succeeded in constructing an imaginary substitute from the few anecdotal details I’d assembled. The Polaroid was a crucial component in my collection. To the casual observer, it would appear simply to be a family snapshot, generic and unremarkable—the colours are slightly muted, the clothes out of date. In it, I am being held on my father’s knee, wearing a puffy yellow dress, in front of Strawberry Water, my childhood home. I must be about a year old. My father is wearing a pale-blue, short-sleeved shirt and has wavy, shoulder-length hair, and we’re sitting on the top of three whitewashed, wooden steps that lead to the front door of the bungalow. It’s a bright spring day, the lawn is green and there are flowering shrubs in the beds, and crimson geraniums in terracotta pots. Behind us, the front door is open, and in contrast, the inside of the house is dark and colourless. There is an internal door to the right, which is ajar, and behind it stands a figure, a sliver of body, a sense of motion, as if the person lingering there is about to join us. All that’s visible is a section of leg where the knee pushes forward, the point of a black, shiny shoe protruding at the base of the wooden door, and three slim fingers clutching the door half way up. The rest is simply the vague impression of the form and presence of a person. My mother.
As a child, I pestered my father for more photographs of her—pictures that showed her properly. I longed to see her face, its expression, the colour of her hair, the style of clothes she wore. But every time I asked my father, the question always elicited the same response: a swift, still silence would descend upon him, making his usually animated body solid, and he would look away from me. Even as a child I knew he had his reasons. I never doubted his love for me, but the quality of that silence was particularly gritty and uncomfortable. There was some emotion I couldn’t name, but which I later articulated as shame, perhaps humiliation. And as this feeling shifted in him, it was also mirrored in me, releasing minute spores through my system. Eventually, I stopped asking him to help me reconstruct her and took things into my own hands.
A river ran past the bottom of the bungalow’s garden and in late spring and summer, if the weather conditions were right, the water turned a deep, reddish pink—a phenomenon that inspired the name, Strawberry Water.
The house was twee and anachronistic: a Colonial-style bungalow built in the 1920s, standing alone in the middle of acres of flat farmland. It had painted wooden panels on the front, wide steps leading to the front door, and even a kind of veranda, deep enough for two garden chairs. The