The dog had the strangest tick – he would relentlessly swirl around his tail. Loop on loop on loop.
His favourite toy – a round rubber ring. Continue reading “The dog”
The dog
Category: TRAUMA
A Suspended Christmas
featuring SELFISH MOTHER and Save the Children
If you do not live in the United Kingdom, then grab a seat! This post requires an explanation.
A Christmas jumper is ‘a top pulled over the head to cover the torso, themed with a Christmas or winter-style design.’ Save the Children UK encourage people to wear a Christmas jumper on a specific day in December (it’s the 14th this year) and raise money for the charity. Most people wear Christmas jumpers outside of that one day, during Advent and Christmas.
On Grete and her half of the story
featuring #HALFTHESTORY
I can’t take it off. I have tried and I’ve tried, but it’s too late now, it is stuck to my face and there’s nothing I can do about it.
It’s not gilded, it does not shine, nor sparkle, nor wow. It is not colourful; although it does have a beige tinge which I quite like.
On drawing a line
featuring The OLLIE Foundation
**Trigger warning: This story mentions suicide.**
On Communism
In December 1989 I was 9 years old.
I had just started year 3 in school. This in Romania was almost halfway through primary school. I felt very grown up. I was proud to be a big girl, who read big books. But secretly, my most loved pastime remained playing house with my dolls, my best friend and my little sister. Continue reading “On Communism”
The End
featuring MARTLETS HOSPICE for terminal illness
We were at our friends’ wedding in Poland.
I remember the reception room, flooded with light. Light reflecting on the bookcase vitrines, light dancing on the crystal glassware on the table.
Pawel’s mobile rang and for some reason he didn’t take the call in the main room. He went upstairs. I remember thinking he was gone for ages and that it was peculiar that he had left the room. Premonition? He came down eventually and he was changed. A few months later, a common friend told me she couldn’t recognise Pawel – that he had gotten old all of a sudden. Continue reading “The End”