Contributor: Victoria Slotover - - I feel like Chicken Licken waiting for the sky to fall down; the unsayable unsaid is heavy in the air about to plummet. They’ve been busying me into forgetting, or at least trying to. We’ve fed the ducks, been to the shops, baked cakes, but I know it could crash down on my head at any minute and there’s nothing any of us can do to stop it. I hold my breath all day waiting for it to happen, a part of me wishes it would just so I can stop wondering when it will, but that’s only a tiny part, and at night however much I beg sleep to come and take the worry away, it’s my dreams that stay away instead. There’s an empty space on my cheek where her kiss should be and I touch my fingers to it as I listen to Grandma and Grandpa shuffling about, going to the bathroom, going to bed. Sometimes I hear one of them...

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Author: Victoria Slotover