Brushes with death

Death is stalking the edges of the Slough. Last week saw a false death announcement, the real death of a valued friend and a near miss that has left me as temporary mother to an extra teenager. There is an uneasy sense that these are practice shots or taunts. Once I would have weathered the first and last of these quite easily, but now I am edgy and undermined. The sun shines, but the shadows are all the darker in contrast.


One Response to “Brushes with death”

  1. I genuinely think that when you start noticing near misses it is time to wake up and smell the coffee. I’ve known people who didn’t. I was nearly one of them.

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