There is a woman running up the street towards the hospital.
I stick my head out the window, into the cool spring night, and watch her as she runs in her jeans, and jumper, and low-heeled boots, clutching her bag to her side so it doesn’t bang.
The sky at this time of the evening is a magnetic blue behind the hospital roofs.
She might be a new grandmother, I think.
And I hope it is that, and not the other thing, that she’s running for.
Nat Newman is an award-winning writer of short stories, content, podcasts, feature articles, drunk text messages and a novella.
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Nat Newman is an award-winning writer of short stories, content, podcasts, feature articles, ghost-written books, drunk text messages and a sci-fi novella. Born and raised in Australia, she now calls the universe her home.
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