‘The Cord’ by Maggie Sawkins
The Cord When I thought of what she was carrying I imagined it the colour of silt, and if it had eyes then they were the eyes of a fish long out of water. I imagined it soulless, like a stone (a stone cannot haunt one’s dreams), so that if it was taken from us, we’d be glad to be rid of it. I hadn’t … Continue reading ‘The Cord’ by Maggie Sawkins