She lay with her eyes closed…cocooned in a world of blurry vision and limited hearing…her mind remained alert.

In the stillness her thoughts wandered through the years…ninety-one…her single life a microcosm in a macrocosm of billions. Like old newsreels, faces and voices flashed by.

‘Mama open your eyes!’ The voice close…the touch gentle.
Another voice…a soft kiss…she saw a small dark haired rascally boy climbing the barbwire fence. ‘Stephen.’
The voices became muffled but she felt their presence.

Content in the solitary confinement of her dark world she waited; knowing there was no prospect of a favourable release.

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