There were no horsemen. No atoms were split. No invading armies or asteroid impacts. Nothing that would etch our last moments in pyroclastic ash. It came slowly. With indifference and poisoned tongues. Fatigue, and no remembrance of things past. It came begging, hold on, through tight lips and closed eyes.
Jeremy Day lives in Ottawa with his wife and two children.
Hold on! is right, Jeremy. Hold on, indeed.
Well done
ooof. hits hard. so true. hold on…
Likely! The things that weren’t, the things that will, and that last desperate wish. Done well–with feeling. Thank you.
Powerful. Precise and hugely disturbing…not a wasted word. Thank you.
Well,fellowCanadian, you said it! Thank you.
Hits like a bang disguised in a whisper. Poignant.
Really loved this effort. Very impactful.