FebulousFebruary 2026: The Old Photograph

Better

“Are you convalescing dear?”

“Sort of, yes”

Hollowed out cheeks, half portion dinner requests and an inability to tolerate polite 

conversation gave it away to an inquisitive lakeland concierge who’s seen it all.

But the chemicals is only the half of it, a broken spirit shows it’s own track marks.

Strange to be in so much better health then, half kilometre walk past seagulls, swans and

ice cream kiosks down at the waters edge.

Persistent ducks at the edge of the jetty photobombed our Wordsworth moment. 

Strange to feel better but be so much worse, I couldn’t do that now, this is the meaning of progressive and degenerative.

Janet, Brighton