All We Left Unsaid

by Natalie K. Martin

It doesn’t make sense to me that I’ve spent the day doing normal stuff, going to work, stopping at the supermarket on the way home, ordering takeaway . . . and all while my sister had been dead.

always thought we’d sort things out before something serious happened,’ I say, but it isn’t as if serious things haven’t happened since we’d stopped talking.

‘She’s my little sister, and my responsibility.’

She was the mouthy one, who’d talk back and take what she wanted and scream with the unfairness of everything, especially when we were in our early teens. I was the quiet one who took what was given and got on with life, unfair or not.

For a couple who’d rarely argued before, it feels like that’s all we’ve done since he’d put this ring on my finger.

Understand !!!

So then CALL.

‘If you’d put in just 10 per cent of what you put into your business into our relationship . . .’

Sheeshhhh

I thought it was a sick joke. Mixing sleeping pills and alcohol. It’s stupid, and she should’ve known better.’

I’m pissee off. Cause why would that be what took her out.

Girl STFU. how you guess that ? You ain’t even know her no more.

suppose that, in my view, we’re energy, just like everything else in the universe. I think that our consciousness or spirit or soul makes a home