Fractured

by Dani Atkins

There was nothing to fear from a ghost when they were someone you loved.

I had believed that over the years I had reached a place of acceptance, but I realised now that all I had done was pull a thin veneer of pretence over a gaping wound.

some friendships would always manage to endure any distance of separation or neglect.

I felt like a prisoner in Neverland; it might be nice place to come for a visit, but I really, really wanted to go ‘home’ now, however bad things might be there.

He came from a generation where no problem was so huge that it couldn’t be solved by simply pouring hot water onto a bag of tea leaves.

The thread that wound the tapestry of our lives together suddenly seemed heavily laced in irony.