I couldn’t tell what was real
Sep 29, 2020
4 minutes
WORDS: ANNA MATHESON, ROSIE HOPEGOOD
‘Steve and I are thinking about the future’
Wrenched from sleep, I saw smoke swirling around me. Realising the house was on fire, I leapt out of bed and ran through the thick, grey smog until I reached the safety of the garden, where I screamed for my sister, Catherine, 36. She appeared just moments later, only she didn’t seem to be scared, or like she was fleeing from flames. ‘It’s OK, there is no fire,’ she told me, stroking my hair. That’s when it really dawned on me, that I could no longer tell what was real or just
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