Shoulder to Cry On
fell over yesterday. Lying there, on the crazy paving between the veg beds,
with nobody to help me up, I had a little cry. It was just the shock. Nothing’s
broken…except my spirit. I didn’t say anything last night when you rang as I
could tell from your voice you were exhausted from another long shift trying to save lives. I’m so proud of you, you know.
morning I’m stiff and sore, bruised both physically and emotionally and, I’m
ashamed to say, feeling lonely and sorry for myself. I don’t think I’ll go out
in the garden today.
Valerie Griffin lives a short walk from the sea in Dorset, England. She is a published writer of short stories and flash fiction and is editing her first novel. Her passions, apart from writing, are reading and pottering in her garden.