He rewinds the memory. From birth to his fiftieth year. Over and over, never daring to face the future without her. Never daring to see what comes next, not just to avoid the pain but the futility too. But soon the memory begins to fade like a tape rewound too many times. It chafes. What was good becomes irritating. Then he’s locked in a cycle of apathy, unable to move on for fear of relief.
Paddy Dobson
8th May 2024