Leaving by Rowan LuisOnce I had the thought I coudln’t think about anything else. I got up from the chair and excused myself past people in the dark. We’d been watching a film.
I looked around my bedroom. There was not too much clutter, which is unusual. I would ruthlessly throw away what I didn’t need.
I started with the easy stuff in big suitcases, opening the wardrobe with the open suitcase at its feet I shovelled clothes in mountains, flipped the lid shut and sat on the case to squash it and zip up.
Everything else went in boxes of no organisation. By this point I didn’t care what I broke so long as it was packed. 05/26/2011 Posted on 05/26/2011 Copyright © 2025 Rowan Luis
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