Ask The Impossible

  Don’t talk to me at dawn. Caught up in whispers of residual dreams beyond my control, I’m not always ready for a new day, and frequently have difficulty comprehending where the night falls. Morning is not the time for words if the night has come before. Every breath a struggle. I wake. No heartbeat. […]

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Saying Goodbye To The Dead

Fewer tears have been shed for greater reasons, but today, with still-reddened eyes and puffy cheeks, she is having trouble making it through the day. Heavy rain outside the window, hunkered down in her call-centre workstation, she’s trying to keep a consistent tone in her voice. She did not sleep last night; she couldn’t. Memories […]

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