The Other Room – 8

For the sake of truth…  I lived like this for weeks. I endured my own memory like a fugitive trapped in a cave with a cobra. But one day my brother’s wife could not stand watching me fade away slowly anymore.   She wheeled me to the centre of my sitting room and left me there…....

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