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Catriona Keith

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To write one hundred hopeful words every day for one hundred days


The wind is booming in the chimney. The clock ticks. The house sighs and creaks. Silence is so precious to me. It’s a luxury, an indulgence, like lobster, new underwear or a pedicure. I fucking love when the house is silent. There is nothing I want to hear more. Alone. No needs to meet. No questions to answer. No smile to force. There is mess. There is a sleeping baby. There is a never-ending list. So much I should be doing. An angry voice in my ear. It comes from me. Shut up. Let me enjoy my silence.