He took a good thick slice.
They'd be able to tell in a couple of weeks if they'd made a difference.
Four days later she sat with her son and ate.
Blue slipper satin bristling under high kitchen lights
And the feeling of burning numbness in her chest.
Her son had cooked her dinner.
She'd put on a dress.
Thursday, 19 July 2012
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