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Pause (in song)

There was silence when I set out this morning. Where are the birds? I asked myself. Is there a particular time when they begin their song? And then I heard one, in the distance, nearer town.

She died. And she was so young. I didn’t think you’d know her, he said, after I’d let out a cry at the headline. Poor love. I read her husband’s tweet. My heart goes out to him and her family. I didn’t think it still killed people. Of course it does, he says, rather sharply.

Of course it does. Rest in peace.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.