I’m back in the land of the speaking after a ten day silent meditation course. I’ll be blogging all about it next week, in the mean time I’m breaking my blogging fast with a short story I wrote for Gobblers/Masticadores, hope you enjoy it.
by Rae Cod
‘Get back into bed, love,’ hushed Ayla’s mother bustling into the room. Caught in the act, legs dangling, toes stretched in anticipation of freedom. She’d almost made it.
‘Aw, come on Mama, I’m fine, look at me!’ Ayla jumped up and broke into a round of star jumps, dressing gown flapping to reveal sheep patterned pyjamas.
‘That’s not what your well-link says. If you don’t rest up, you could become seriously ill.’
‘Says whatever health rhythm is running that link!’ cried her mum, exasperated by her daughter’s complete lack of concern for her own well-being. ‘The rhythms were created for a reason, Ayla. I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you, not after your brother.’
Ayla’s bounce fled and she sat down heavily on the bed, guilt twisting her gut as she met her mother’s eyes, where dark circles reflected shades of fear.
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