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RECONCILIATION

chris-r-0318 Image by Christine Renney

We yell until each of us is hollow. She is sobbing. The sound hoarse and guttural. She is empty and has no more words and I no longer have to fend against them.
She shivers and I touch her. She is cold and I fetch a sweater from the bedroom. With a handful of kitchen towel she mops at her face, at the snot and tears.
The sweater is too big and sitting she pulls at herself from inside. I place my hands on her shoulders and press down gently, an effort to still her.
I feel remorse, it fills the hollow inside, I am full to brimming with it when she turns, ready for regret.

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10 thoughts on “RECONCILIATION

  1. Phil Ryan says:

    I’m tempted to say she’ll think twice about calling round to borrow sugar again but flippancy isn’t a good attribute so please ignore mine.
    A powerful snap shot of real life well written.

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  2. I need a new phone so bad! I would love to be able to look up recipes when I’m at the fa7rer&#821m;s market and faced with some fabulous veg I’ve never heard of and don’t know how to use – that’s how I would use this phone if I’m lucky enough to win.

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