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This is my special day. I’ve planned it for ever, and a bit more. An early start. I want to depart, before the house awakes. I look down at the water. It swirls and dances,
I open the cupboard under the stairs, fetching my bag from its hiding place. It waits, So patiently, for me to name the day; the day I leave for good, and today, is that day.
He stands at my door, arms crossed, leaning up against the wall. He wants permission to enter. I decline. He says he’ll wait. He anticipates my response: “You will!”
Martin coughed and spluttered, pulling and tugging at his oxygen mask. Anna poured a glass of water from the jug by the side of his bed. “Here you are Dad, drink this.”
Waiting with Spanish guitars. Why do I sit here? You stamp on me so, and still I wait. Am I a fool? Perhaps. It wasn't much to ask, was it? For you to come to me?