The latest episode of my twitter story. For the story so far, go here:
46: I watch them all smiling bravely, speaking of life & light & laughter. The crematorium is too brightly lit, like an office.
47: & I want to turn out the lights, plunge us into darkness & howl my despair.
48: But I have no mourning rights here – after all, I’m hardly the only one she was sleeping with.
49: There are so many of us, staring dull-eyed at her friends & family & wondering how the hell they can manage to smile, when she is dead.
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