Hiroshima

Well, this is it. I am nearing the end. I can feel it coming. I am so traumatised I have trouble even identifying ‘this’ as ‘it’. It would be more accurate to say that was that, or it was that, but never this is it.  So I’ll start again:

It was that. fwiw. A lifetime assault on a human being who never got up from the first punch.

Sorry, that’s no good either. I’m usually okay finding words. It’s probably a measure of how frightened I am that words hurt too. I cannot pick up a ringing telephone. It has got to the point where I have […]