#27 Fiction

And I say hands, but that’s more just a ballpark word. What they actually were is not easy to say. They looked like something out of a swamp or a bog, like something dead that’s been in water a while. 

I can’t blame Mum, though. Most people would miss it. I saw it on Mediums Uncensored. Hope blinds you. And seeing as Mum has enough hope in her for the two of us combined, she’s as blind as a coat hanger.

The blood seeped from my knickers into the ears of my family-in-law and a pall of mourning covered the Sinha house. My mother-in-law kept timing my cycles even after we moved into our own place.