The Suicide Note

The Suicide Note

Dear Pat, I am writing because I am unable to do anything else. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. Unable to sleep. I have been able to eat…

Memories of the Ghost

Memories of the Ghost

The Saturday chill, at 7:05 a.m., makes me curl my toes inside the cosy blanket as I turn on the other side. The rumbling in my stomach…

The Pillows

The Pillows

I manage to slip out of the office at midday, hoping that what I have done for the day will be enough. I curse underneath my breath as the…

Voices

Voices

She hung herself; my mother, in our single-roomed, mud-walled, newly-thatched main house. I saw how fear rose through her, how it cuddled…

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