Under the Microscope
It feels like I have been kicked in the stomach1, unfortunately something I have experienced.2 The difference this time is that no one has physically touched me.3
The effects, however, are identical.4
Air claws its way out of me in short, sharp bursts.5 My throat tightens trying to halt its attempts to escape.6 My lungs scream with pain demanding its return.7
I want to run.8
I need to run, but my body betrays me.9
I have, unwillingly, surrendered all control.10
My feet have taken root,11 as if now one with the polished, wooden floor12 beneath me.13 My eyes refuse to close and can’t be persuaded to look away.14
I stare at the yellowing, newspaper cutting that is taking centre stage in the display cabinet. The text scurries around the paper, like ants at a picnic, but the accompanying photograph is as
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