The Things We Left Unsaid

by Emma Kennedy

‘Nothing is ever really lost to us, as long as we remember it.’ L. M. Montgomery

‘I’m not being coarse. I’m thinking about all the things that might ruin you, like being mauled by a bear or being crushed by falling masonry or having sexual intercourse.’

‘Exit, chased by bear. That’s Shakespeare.

Rachel stared at it and thought about how life chips away at you: the disappointments, the bad decisions, the small, brooding resentments that take hold in the gaps.

It was about how if we knew when people were going to die we’d take them for a drink and tell them how much we liked them.’

It was the only home Rachel had ever known and, like her mother, she was attached to it, like ivy to a tree.

The room was filled with the dark gurgle of water running away. Neither of them knew quite what to do.