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I slide into it smoothly, its sides pinning my arms. Above me, two pale cream strip lights gleam, trying to be reassuring. A single dark scratch on the hard plastic surface hangs above my face. I close my eyes, hoping … Continue reading
Tanned, chestnut-brown skin. Dyed, jet-black hair, piled messily on top of her head. Bangles and rings adorn her hands and arms. They jangle and click with every answered phone, every press on the keyboard. She laughs with the nurses, comfortable … Continue reading
She winds herself round and round the little girl, who sits on the grass, petting her. Her head strokes along the girl’s arms as she goes. As the girl gets up and walks away, she follows, hoping for more.
Pink and frilly, it is perched on top of a laughing father’s head. It’s owner is behind him, carried in her mother’s arms. She giggles and snatches at it with her little baby hands.