Tag Archives: C. S. Barnes

Learn a new language

I’ve decided to sort medications by colour, because my mouth can’t make the shapes I need it to to pronounce their names. My father doesn’t mind, I don’t think, when I count them onto a plastic saucer: ‘One pink one, … Continue reading

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Food for inappropriate thoughts

I am sitting across the dinner table from my sister-in-law when I realise something: I don’t want to be with my husband anymore. The thought comes together innocently enough. It’s one of those background thoughts that play over someone’s conversation. … Continue reading

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