Sidaya’s bet

spring

‘Good morning Sidaya.’

She doesn’t respond. I’m surprised, she’s normally cheerful and not given to mood swings. Then, after a few long seconds, she swallows and says: ‘I’m sorry if I appear a little upset. My father died last night.’ Continue reading Sidaya’s bet

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And now I cry

Mourning

She pulled a bin bag over her head, making sure the tube was inside. She taped the bag tight around her neck and groped for the canister. As she turned the knob, helium inflated the bag. Her last thoughts before she lost consciousness were: I hope this works. Continue reading And now I cry