She yells “daddy, daddy!”, Yet her demands remain unheard
Because all that is left in that fleeting car is the carcasses of the past and the unbeating heart that can and will never return the love that poisons her veins… 185 more words
The last time death visited us at home I was caught unawares. In a way that belies logic.
A call in the middle of the night, my mum’s shaking voice saying we’re “bringing him home” because he is unwell, my brother’s repeated “something’s wrong, something’s wrong” while waiting… all the signs were there, blinking bright red, with flashing lights all around it. 165 more words