Her green eyes close and sleep follows. Her favourite time of day, or rather night. At night she escapes her diagnosis, her ageing bones and the tang of disinfectant that pervades this ‘home’. At night she . . . Read more here Published in the Same online literary journal, Issue 10.2, 11th June 2018
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Eva stopped for a moment, leaning back against the cool stone of a vast pillar. Droplets of sweat tickled at her temples as they began their descent down her cheeks. She sucked air into her aching chest, her thoughts racing like the beating of her heart. Mere seconds and she… Continue reading Quite the Exhibition
