I Am Loved
‘Count backwards from ten,’ a voice said. ‘Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… fi… ‘ Blackness. Down into the nothingness where no pain, no sensation is felt. ‘Who is that down there lying so still, lights glaring down, surrounded by people in green gowns?’ I see the face, pale and mask like and I know it but cannot remember who it is. What are they doing to her, those gowned figures and how do I know it is ‘her’? I know it but do not know why I know it. A vortex and I am slowly rotating and...