Saturday, 13 August 2022

Arthur

 It started with a throb, deep in the joints of the big toe. Pulsing fury condensed under skin pushing bones apart. Ice, ibuprofen put the foot up. Bringing it down again sends rifles up to the knee. Left side, left behind with each labouring step. Stop, it shouts, stop moving so I can devour. Motion stops, complying with grating levers. More ibuprofen, strained smiles as child runs between legs. I'm sorry I say to sweet pained face, I cant. Can't stand up again. Play with mummy instead.

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