"After a while, the telephone rang. Like a snakebite the thought darted into me, I shall never be rung up by her again. Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire."
Grief
"After a while, the telephone rang. Like a snakebite the thought darted into me, I shall never be rung up by her again. Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire."