Salt


 
I adjust my route to enter a pharmacy and after a short spell of window-shopping buy arnica for my back: it is a break in routine and as I attempt to leave I am punished with a glass wall.

I pull out the tube I have just pocketed and apply it to my arm and leg, struck by the irony – for in looking to remedy one imbalance I have somehow created another, adding insult to injury and salt to old wounds.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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