What is found, what is lost

Do I tell him that I found her picture, pouting at the camera, naked on our bed?

I should never have borrowed his phone.

It was the excitement you see, the desire to share our news.

I see she is pregnant too.

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Stalker

You were my sun, my moon, my star.

I worshipped you.

Why him?

I followed you, watched you kiss.

Something inside me broke.

My therapist advised, ‘Write it down and then burn it.’

 I watch the flames take hold as you sleep.

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Food for thought

In the old days I would seek birdsong for solace, a reminder of all we had lost. Now the drone song precipitates death, my comeuppance for voicing opinions long banned, the microchip in my skull providing meat for the state sponsored vultures.

I decided to try something new this week. The Gargleblaster asks for a 42 word response to an ultimate question, which this week is ‘Why do birds suddenly appear?’ The answer must make sense alone, be creative and, for this month only, make no reference to family.

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