Competition Twenty-Three Shortlisted: Unspoken Epilogue
When I notice that the beeping and clattering has stopped it is with a benign acceptance, rather than any sadness. The emotions must work differently here, because my cheeks are dry – a unique position for someone known to cry at adverts. ‘Ah yes’, I think, with my new detached reverence, ‘here comes the […]
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