Sisters Hope Blog

II.

II. Where’ve you gone, my darling love? She cried. You’ve disappeared. – I can’t hear the soft rising and falling  of your chest in the night,  or taste the bite of your fingers  clamped sweetly  around my own.  And it’s not until I close my eyes shut that your face appears to me. – [the gate shifts on its hinges, lavender stalks shrug and bend] – I’m still here.  I’m…