Saturday, 21 January 2017

52 Words, 52 Weeks, Part the Third

Lost Things

We huddled together, two lost things alone in a cold, hard world. She had my back, I had hers; friends forever.

But now she's screaming at me, blaming me, accusing me. No longer my anchor, safe haven, sister. I have hurt her which in it's turn hurts me.

We hug and weep.


  1. oooh, and do you have a sister? I grew up an only child, although I do now have much younger siblings. I can just imagine the pain. Thank you for the lovely entry.

    1. I do have a sister but we've not been through anything like the implied events here. Although, perhaps ...