mine
In the afternoons she often had a nap. sometimes I'd lie beside her on the bed and touch the soft skin of her arm or rub my leg against her slippery stockings. After a while I heard the drop in her breathing as it went down, down down like a clock winding backwards on the pillow. For twenty minutes or so, Mum was all mine.
2 comments:
hmm, sounds just like ma and my ma, sans- stockings!
love your work muzzer, keep it up girlie. xoxo pip
Beautiful. I think you have a lovely writing voice. There's someone else I read in Melbourne, Mrs. Slocombe is what he goes by, and I think there must be something in the water there.
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