3 Quotes by Rebecca Gransden

Mummy told me a story about a clever doctor who when he was in the war got a very bad wound but instead of dying he chose to use himself as a test, and he treated his own wound and lived a long time with it all open for the world to see. Twentytwosix says that is a lot like you. Everyone sees your wound. But you don’t want people to see so it festers and weeps inside of you, until your blood is nothing but the sick tears the wound has been crying.

Now my hand tested the boy. Knuckles drawn up, spider-like, I walked my fingers over the table in careful steps, not taking my eyes from his face.

He didn’t want to talk to her. He didn’t know what to do.