January 18, 2016

december postcard (belated)




It felt like waking up. The world was distant, far away. I was shaking, or my leg was at least. My knee rocking back and forth as if it was going to collapse beneath me. But I was safe. Something was supporting me. Then I heard my name and I was back. M was right in front of me, his face close, asking if I was OK. His arm was wrapped around me, strong. 'That was weird. I think I need to sit down.' We walked together to find a chair. M went to get me some water while I sat and thought how lucky I was that he had been there to stop me fall.

Australia Post Box Albury Street, Deagon

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