Jonathan McKeown

Beatrice

Just before take-off, I check my phone before switching it off. I notice an email from my daughter’s mother and quickly read it in case it is something important. It begins, strangely elated, with an almost poetic description of her soul-state on the previous night’s New Year’s celebrations, but suddenly descends . . .

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