XII – Anna Spargo-Ryan



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.


She breathes at the end of the line.

“Mum, the baby died.”

Minutes pass between us in a dull silence. It might be raining.


Her sigh is thick as wet bread.

“You must be relieved.”

It is raining.

  • Bec

    October 18, 2012 at 11:10 am Reply

    :( I don’t really know what to say. I’m sorry for your loss.

    • Anna Spargo-Ryan

      October 18, 2012 at 1:04 pm Reply

      Thanks 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 am Reply

    This 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

  • Lisa @ Giving Back Girl

    October 18, 2012 at 2:02 pm Reply

    Chills Anna. You say so much in so few words x

  • bigwords

    October 23, 2012 at 2:55 pm Reply

    snippets in time that bring much emotion – Anna I love the way you write x

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