The Good Samaritan

by John Marrs

If only she knew just how far away from that book I could stray when the mood took me.

But deep down, I was envious of her for sharing that precious moment.

‘You’re stronger than us. Once you find your anchor, never let go of it. No matter what.’

I didn’t tell anyone about capturing my family’s last breaths because they wouldn’t understand, nor would they comprehend that thanks to my dad it would become my purpose to help and carry other lost souls inside me when and wherever I came across them.

If I wasn’t crying, I was numb. If I wasn’t numb, I was suffocating. If I wasn’t suffocating, I was crying. And so on and so on. A never-ending circle of shittery.

Fairs

‘Yes. Don’t you trust me?’ ‘Of course I do. But you are a human being and, by design, human beings let you down.

Fairs

You’ve just stabbed a man. What if he’s dead? That makes you a killer.

So persuading people to kill themselves isnt murder?

the pregnancy of English teacher Mrs Simmons

Always the english teachers

An orange handbag. Janine’s orange handbag. Janine’s orange handbag with its Chinese dragon design was on my husband’s bed.

Only now, by following in Charlotte’s footsteps, could I understand that she wasn’t being selfish in taking her own life. No suicidal person is. Like I was now, she truly believed in her heart of hearts that sometimes it is all there is left to do.