Not your fault


You look down at her, slumped on the kitchen floor, the basket of other people’s ironing she’s just finished strewn across the polished quarry tiles.  Her head lolls awkwardly against the range where she’s fallen.  After you lost your rag and pushed her, but you pushed too hard this time.

©2018 Chris Hall

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