Fjordur #30 (Patreon)

Always the same question whether I’m coming or going.


I know I shouldn’t mind, but each time my shoulders tense, and my hand checks for the bunch of keys in my tunic pocket. Like I would leave a woman with pureed food down her hand-knitted cardigan vulnerable in her own home.


Someone who counts change kept in a dish next to their chair. Who has to be reminded about what day it is.


Anyway, it wasn’t me who left the door open. Didn’t the family realise she still had her own set stashed in a spectacle case?

https://youtu.be/4GTJnU-NzDI