My sister’s husband
(Paragraph Planet 2024)
My sister’s husband: Every night, once the lights are out, my dead sister visits my bedside, resplendent in white lace and pearls. Tears glitter her
grey cheeks. ‘Leave him,’ she whispers, ‘before it’s too late.’ She smells of almonds and antiseptic and arnica. Every night, I close my eyes and turn
to the warmth of his broad back. She doesn’t know him the way I do. With me, he’ll be different. With me, it’s love.
Paragraph Planet, 13 March 2024