They
sat around the long table: her parents, grandparents, and younger brother,
ignoring her. She made tea and toast, settled
into the window seat, and quietly watched them.
Eventually, her brother glided towards her, arm outstretched, inviting her to
join them. She shook her head. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I’m just not ready to die.’
© Gill Dunstan
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