Bounce

The ball of his feet. Synthetic material. One toe poking out of the sheet, the other foot pressing lightly against my calf. Things feels strange all the time now. I try not to stir him. The lawyer will call in an hour but we’ll both ignore our phones. We’re having an ‘us’ day. Our last day, together. I wonder if sleeping is a waste of time. He snores softly beside me and I suppose not.

Read the full story over at Litro Magazine

Image credit Joanne Clifford

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Maame Blue

Writer| Poet| Blogger| Ghanaian by heart, Londoner by nature

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