October 18, 2012
In
Loss
XII
After the nurse leaves, I go outside and sit on a cobbled wall. The stones are cold.
I call the only number I can remember.
“Mum.”
She breathes at the end of the line.
“Mum, the baby died.”
Minutes pass between us in a dull silence. It might be raining.
“Mum?”
Her sigh is thick as wet bread.
“You must be relieved.”
It is raining.
Bec
October 18, 2012 at 11:10 am:( I don’t really know what to say. I’m sorry for your loss.
Anna Spargo-Ryan
October 18, 2012 at 1:04 pmThanks Bec. It feels like a lifetime ago now, but moments like these smack me in the face from time to time.
Kelly Exeter
October 18, 2012 at 11:45 amThis is you at your brutal best milady. So many ways you could have written the above … but as always, you have captured so much in so few words
Anna Spargo-Ryan
October 18, 2012 at 1:03 pm:) x
Lisa @ Giving Back Girl
October 18, 2012 at 2:02 pmChills Anna. You say so much in so few words x
bigwords
October 23, 2012 at 2:55 pmsnippets in time that bring much emotion – Anna I love the way you write x