It takes a village, beneath a granite sky, to house a church that houses a casket that houses a heart now stilled that housed our love and my future. It takes this village to house one woman with slack-skinned, age-spotted hands. Hands which wrap around mine to hold me together.
Heather is a sight-impaired spoonie and working-class writer from Yorkshire. Her work has been published by: Reflex Press, Pure Slush, New Feathers, Mono, Anansi Archives and others. She was nominated for best of the net in 2022.
Condolences 🙏
Beautiful
Lovely writing and so poignant.
Heather, you have found your calling. Be happy, healthy, and hopeful.
I so feel what you wrote—though mine are slack skinned, age spotted hands.
You write beautifully. I hope it will bring you some comfort and solace in the days ahead.
Thank you very much for all the lovely comments.
Powerful and timely. Thank you for your spare beautiful prose.
Very enjoyable.