PEACE
For the first time in twenty-five years, I lie with a soft pillow under my head. After the extremes of heat and cold, in my tiny isolated room, I am comfortably warm. I have just eaten the most delicious meal; one of my own choosing, after years of near-inedible mush. People move around me, touch me (how I have longed for that touch; the human touch of skin against skin!) and talk in low voices, and are kind. Someone smiles at me.
I hardly feel the scratch of the executioner's needle. Soon I will be at peace.
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Powerful, Frances - and very moving x
ReplyDeleteSo touched by this Frances.
ReplyDelete(Still awaiting response from Lifelines.)
Anna
I will send you the email of someone else you can contact, Anna. Sorry it's been such a nuisance.
DeletePS Have not long emailed Lifelines requesting further SO form as maybe it is a lost int the post problem.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written piece on a most horrific subject.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Yvonne.
DeleteVery moving.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Patsy.
DeletePoignant
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting, L.
DeleteI'm not surprised this is short piece is so powerful, Frances, as I know how much the subject means to you.
ReplyDeleteI know I bang on about it, Wendy, but we all need our soapboxes...
DeleteA stirring piece, Frances, so perfectly written.
ReplyDeleteVery touching...actually brought a tear to my eye.
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