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Wild Things
by Laura Kay
'I kept it [the children's bedspread they sent by accident],' I say. 'I didn't think anyone else would see it.' 101
These words hang in the air for a moment. I close my eyes, momentarily flooded by my loneliness. Sometimes buried so deep that I almost don't feel it at all. Sometimes right on the surface, I guess. 101
I realise I might need to be careful with how much I reveal regarding my near-photographic memory of moments with Ray so as not to spook her. I could probably provide times, dates, what I'd eaten that day, the weather. 307
I stare out the window at the familiar view, which takes on a dream-like quality, a blur as we speed past. The stars and the trees in the wind and Ray's hand in mine.
These words hang in the air for a moment. I close my eyes, momentarily flooded by my loneliness. Sometimes buried so deep that I almost don't feel it at all. Sometimes right on the surface, I guess. 101
I realise I might need to be careful with how much I reveal regarding my near-photographic memory of moments with Ray so as not to spook her. I could probably provide times, dates, what I'd eaten that day, the weather. 307
I stare out the window at the familiar view, which takes on a dream-like quality, a blur as we speed past. The stars and the trees in the wind and Ray's hand in mine.