It was there the last time she looked. But this time - Nothing. Where the hell did it go? Where did it all go? She stared at the moulded plastic thing on the counter: gleefully orange, punctured with rows of neat little holes in and around its curved bottom. Cauliflower? Something like that but not… Continue reading Drained – a short story for M.E. Awareness Week 2023 (5 min read)
Writing and M.E. 