Come On Somebody
by Christine Breen
Getting used to this being alone required a skill beyond her, she thought. It was on the far side of road, as if the sunny side was always over there—the place she couldn’t get to. Although she’d travelled some distance from the initial grief-pain of death to where she was now—
standing still in her garden listening to the barn swallows Chideep Chideep—
there was a wide gulf between here and there.
She turned the key and went inside.