Lockdown Heartache

Published in The Practice of Solitude 25-words in Lockdown.

Pixilated Mum.

Close up ear, upside down phone.

Tiny Mum in Zoom Cubicle.

Disembodied voice.

One year, more, she can’t crush me in her arms.

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