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Vaccine

I’ve had it. Well, at least the first one. It was painless enough and the procedure smooth and efficient. The nurse who jabbed me was gentle and kind. Oh, lovely, she said, a readily exposed arm.

A wild wind this morning. The roads and pavements are littered with twigs. And the sea rages. I walked but a protracted one. It’s the buffeting I struggle with. Yesterday I watched a mass of rooks being hurled about as if they’d been thrown into the sky. Flying must be hard enough, poor things.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.