Feathers - by SEB REILLY
Feathers – by SEB REILLY
Feathers
You open tired eyes when you hear the whisper of your name but you don’t recognise the voice. She’s still asleep, in the chair, an open magazine half-falling off her lap. The kids have come and gone, their kids too, but she’s still here. She won’t leave.
The room looks different in the dark but you still know where you are. You study each blinking light, each digital readout, all the…
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