A little shreek like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot came from her throat-trying to stifle it her heart bobbed in her chest and she gasped expelled. ‘Just ready’ he said Her head turned to the side her left hand grabbed his arm-it was hard-her lips plugged up again as he released-a sadness overwhelmed her.
Nighty off. Blackness lifted her off the wheelchair and lowered her into the uncomfortably cold water. Oh, oh she stuttered. Lifting up one breast with the nonchalance of a child licking a lollipop, blackness rubbed it lifting the soft swelling flesh up cleaning under it and around- pushing it to her underarm then he cupped
She knew death temporarily waking up after her hip operation-a knee operation-a broken pelvis-she was knocked unconscious at least 5 times. She also knew she was booked for a 2nd hip op in June. She had been in oblivion a place no one knows but being there is silence. It is not categorisible