‘Survivors’ by Charlotte Eichler

Survivors Our aunts drink tea for hours – they have no mirrors or clocks but each other’s faces tell the time. We wonder why their hands shake and rattle the cups in their saucers. We prowl the flat – the hallway dark with years of coats, the dining room with carpets on the walls. Each visit we think something will be different but there’s always … Continue reading ‘Survivors’ by Charlotte Eichler