By Bev Walsh. Melbourne, VIC. You can listen to the author read her story by clicking the below arrow. Covered rivers of blood course from my wrists, spread like tributaries over the wide expanse of hand and dive underground when they reach my fingers. Wrinkled skin and irregular dark brown spots add further insult; a… Continue reading My Hands
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My Wardrobe
By Beverley Walsh, 74. Balwyn North, VIC I open the door of the wardrobe where I keep the clothes I no longer wear but can’t bear to be separated from. I wonder why this is so. Why do I cling to them? I separate the coat hangers to see more clearly each individual garment. Here… Continue reading My Wardrobe