Monday, 28 August 2023

H For Hope

It was at my lowest point when I took every pill in the cabinet. After some convulsions and the room spinning, I collapsed, and hoped my pain was over.


Instead, I found myself on a rugby field, like the sort I saw in Australia on my gap year. Except the grass was black, the sky was blacker, and there was a figure of white bone in a cloak of the blackest by a football.


"If you score a goal, I will take you."


I stared, then lined it up, ran, and kicked.


I was nowhere near the posts.


Yet again.

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