'Over time, and with plenty of practice, you'll manage,' said Marty. He was putting me to bed for the night, arranging my legs under a makeshift tent blanket. The moon boot was bulky, and the sheet caught on the Velcro straps. 'I'll check on you later,' he said. He winked and mouthed Love you as… Continue reading Broken
Part B to Smashing Morning. Click here if you missed it. Six weeks and many rage-turns later, we are no closer to an answer to what is plaguing Erich. I am on the chaise longue, reading a book. Erich is sleeping after his latest turn. He becomes exhausted afterwards. Never remembers, just crawls into our… Continue reading Waiting for answers
In Sylvia's new life, she has composure and self-assurance. None of this wallflower bullshit anymore. She's proud of herself, and rightly so. Or at least that's what her counsellor keeps telling her. Sylvia's not certain at what point she began to be brave. But slowly she listened to her inner voice, the one that said… Continue reading New Life
'Morning John,' Eleanor said, entering his small room. 'Who are you?' he snarled. Life had been dark, colourless since John lost his memory. 'I'm Eleanor.' 'I had a wife called Eleanor.' 'I am your wife, darling.' 'Nah, you're an ugly bitch. Eleanor was loving and kind. Beautiful.' He glared accusingly at her. He remained seated… Continue reading Eleanor’s visit
Frazzled. Good word to describe how I'm feeling this morning. Yet another week of the kids being home while undertaking online classes. Yet another week of me working from home. It's not bad, though. I keep reminding myself that things could always be worse. I guess I just feel like everyone else: over it, want… Continue reading Over it!