'I have a colony of bats behind my ribcage, their claws hooked over my bones as they hang upside down, (and the mention of Jack making a fresh start somewhere outside of London) has them fussing and stretching their eerie paper-thin wings. It makes me queasy.'
This is a paragraph from a book I'm reading, One Day in December by Josie Silver..
It's how I feel feel much of the time, not obviously the bit I've bracketed! But the feeling behind my ribs!
I bought the book on my Chepstow placement, but only started reading it flying back from Birmingham last month.
And now here I am in Neath working and who would have believed it! It is bittersweet and I'm still not sure for the best.
Working somewhere we used to live has, is, confusing somehow. It's like I could go home, to Britton Ferry. And Franco and Pippa would be there. And I know this isn't good.
Staying in the road I used pretty much every single day, the same shops, same mountain range there, the same skies...
A really scary thought passes through my mind that I could actually go to our house and walk in and there would be everything I've lost.
This is a paragraph from a book I'm reading, One Day in December by Josie Silver..
It's how I feel feel much of the time, not obviously the bit I've bracketed! But the feeling behind my ribs!
I bought the book on my Chepstow placement, but only started reading it flying back from Birmingham last month.
And now here I am in Neath working and who would have believed it! It is bittersweet and I'm still not sure for the best.
Working somewhere we used to live has, is, confusing somehow. It's like I could go home, to Britton Ferry. And Franco and Pippa would be there. And I know this isn't good.
Staying in the road I used pretty much every single day, the same shops, same mountain range there, the same skies...
A really scary thought passes through my mind that I could actually go to our house and walk in and there would be everything I've lost.
No comments:
Post a Comment