It takes a village, beneath a granite sky, to house a church that houses a casket that houses a heart now stilled that housed our love and my future. It takes this village to house one woman with slack-skinned, age-spotted hands. Hands which wrap around mine to hold me together.
Heather is a sight-impaired spoonie and working-class writer from Yorkshire. Her work has been published by: Reflex Press, Pure Slush, New Feathers, Mono, Anansi Archives and others. She was nominated for best of the net in 2022.