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Respite

I called him. He sounded less care-worn. He told me that she’d gone into a home to give him some respite. Is she still there? I asked. Yes, he said, she’s stayed there. It was getting too much for him, he said. And other the other avenues they tried hadn’t worked out. She didn’t resist, apparently. But she’s fading faster.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.