Issue 10.2 – Fiction

Issue 10 - Fiction (1)

Her green eyes close and sleep follows. Her favourite time of day, or rather night.

At night she escapes her diagnosis, her ageing bones and the tang of disinfectant that pervades this ‘home’. At night she prowls the rocky terrain of her mind and inhabits it wholly. She likes to sleep more now. In sleep she is untroubled; unseen. She can follow the lavender scent of home and cuddle her babies once more.

In the waking hours, raised voices ask questions again and again. Yet no-one can answer her own. Where did Jack go? That’s all she wants to know.

I can see he isn’t here anymore, stop telling me that.

The rocks fragment and fall underfoot, she cannot find her way.

She wears a smile often, the only reassurance she knows how to offer. “I’m still here” it cries.

In sleep, she is all powerful; elusive like the snow leopard. Such strength and yet their status, vulnerable.

The mighty are not only those who roar.


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Anna Rymer is an aspiring writer living on the Wirral in Merseyside. You can read more of her flash fiction on her blog The Write Time, http://www.annarymer.co.uk, or follow her on Twitter: @annarymerwriter. She has also recently been published in The Cabinet of Heed and is currently working on her debut novel, whilst juggling the needs, desires and tantrums of her two preschool children.

 

 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. pennygadd51 says:

    That’s a lovely story, Anna. I love that it’s such a positive take on old age. “The mighty are not only those who roar,” is a cracking last line!

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