Friday, 22 January 2010



I had a dream.
I had a dream about him huddled in a ball, the smallest you can get when you have grown into a man. I could only see his back and the hair at the nape of his neck. His ribs were straining against the skin like a vaccum packed chicken and the skin was frail and sallow.
I ran my fingers up and down, up and down and that is all I remember.

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