Synaesthesia Magazine Thunder, Lightning - Page 22

floods in. Arms full of Angie clinging, she struggles to turn back to the shore, slipping on the unsettled sand, shouting to Ben, to anyone. The next sheet of lightning chars her sight clear, but through the bright water in her eyes she thinks she sees, up the beach, a silhouette. Help on the way – or else Hanna, leaving. Illustration by Jason Siew. Jason is a daytime designer/nighttime illustrator/full-time daydreamer from Singapore.