An Interview With Grief

“I feel as if all the joy has been sucked out of me,” Dawn remarked. “I’ve never mourned for anyone before in my life.”

She stopped for a moment to compose herself. She smoothed out her skirt and adjusted her position on my sofa.

I tried to read her facial expression and body language from the moment she entered my office and sat down. She was well-poised and graceful, and possessed an inner sadness that belied the shaky smile that did not reach her eyes. Continue reading “An Interview With Grief”

Another man’s war

The early morning sunlight streamed through the apertures of the window blinds casting hazy shadows on the walls. The bedside clock ticked rhythmically towards its appointed hour, where it sounded an alarm at 7:00 o’clock.

Glenn uncovered his head from under the bed sheets and squinted towards the sound. His hand made its way in the direction of the familiar sound and hit the “dismiss” button. Continue reading “Another man’s war”