by Steven Bruce We’ve learnt to carry it like a sack of half-rotten potatoes, the skin split, the smell lingering behind us. The days drag on, each one more worn, duller than the last. There’s no choice but to keep walking, heavy footed, eyes on the clouds. With hope, that somewhere ahead we’ll find a place to set it down. * * * STEVEN BRUCE is a multiple award-winning author. His poetry and short stories have appeared in numerous international anthologies and magazines. In 2018, he graduated from Teesside University with a Master of Arts in Creative Writing. Born in England, Steven now resides in Poland.
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