Snow Drifted 1971

Yiska stood by the window of the locked ward. Snow drifted slowly in large clumps settling on the window sill and the trees and on the lawn below. I should be out there. Not stuck in here. Her bandaged wrist smarted where she'd slit it days before. Should have done it better. Try again if I can. In a nearby field a tractor ploughed slowly. Gulls and rooks followed behind like small ghosts. Where's Benedict? The other patients roamed the ward. Nurses passed purposely. Hands went around her waist. Benedict kissed her neck. Warm kiss. Snow? He whispered. The gulls and rooks lifted up and away. Beginning of a new dull day.

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