In between her drifting haze words and sounds pierced her consciousness like a radio being tuned, her mothers voice slurred in and out as she talked on the phone.



“too old”

“Sex booze drugs I expect you know”

“those are normal problems not fairy tale nonsense”

Sarah sat up the pain was waning the words were getting sharper louder she closed her eyes it felt like she was floating through the door down the stairs  into the living room hovering beside her mother hearing her heavy resigned breaths pen scratching back and forth heart pounding in slow rhythmic beats.


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