... camera broke. It's at the menders, with all my lifes' information, and the snaps of the watercolours I did in the mountains. Not particularly noteworthy.
On Friday morning my right eye was lasered free of the veil that had obscured it. That's when I discovered the phone/camera was broken. Was testing the eye by the river and saw a young otter, not much longer than my hand and wrist, plus tail of the same length. Sliding over the rocks, in and out of the water.
For a variety of associated reasons, thats when I thought Ian might be dead.
Went to his house and the meal I'd left for him the night before was still on the doorstep. Radio on furiously loud, no lights. Went home and got his key...
He was lying in his bed, comfortably, head resting on one hand, fast asleep; but grey. And when I touched his shoulder, it was icy. Cant shake the sight of him in my minds eye. Will no doubt have to paint it to shift it.
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