Saturday, 7 July 2018

The C Word

Lisa Williams

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She just dropped it into conversation. You know, just chatting really but the air sucked from the room down the phone.
In her hospital gown she looked like a sparrow, trapped in a building she didn't belong in. We hoped she'd be home for Christmas but didn't dare ask.
The ward was cacophonic. I tried to console but struggled to hear or think. How anyone could get better in that chaos I couldn't comprehend.
In fact none of them did, they lived their last amid that commotion.
Except her.
She was the only one that heard that C word. 

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