Pain
Pair this with It’s Only When I Lose Myself by Depeche Mode
Her left shoulder hurts but it is hard to say where. It is not in the muscle, it cannot be massaged away or reached by over-the-counter painkillers. Nothing seems broken or torn. It is just a dull pain that will not go away. She cannot find a good position to sleep in. No matter what she does she is tense. It just will not let up. And why the left shoulder? It does not make sense. All she knows is that it started around the time he said,
“I can’t feel you love me anymore.”
Regitze Ladekarl has re-emerged as a raconteur after a long, successful career elsewhere. She crafts universal tales from everyday lives with an honest, sharp and witty pen. Besides working on a forthcoming novel, she flexes her voice with personal essays, flash fiction, and method writing here on Medium.
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