Christmas Day

I shake her again and again.

‘Mummy, wake up. It’s Christmas Day!’

Mummy’s cold form didn’t stir.


The end of summer

Death by hanging.

His death marked the end of summer, a summer of drinking in hazy fields with him, kissing secretly behind blooming bushes and swimming in chilly water with the sun striking its red hand upon our skin. Ferris wheel rides and silky ice cream making our fingers sticky. We had our first fight, and we lost our virginity.

He died in his bathroom. I won’t go into grizzly details, but I will say that that’s not how I would want to go.

I had no idea.