Morwenna Rowe

The Book

“Just take it! Please!” The rain bounced off the bus stop, splashed aggressively off the pavement, and pelted relentlessly from the sky. Isolated in this watery shroud, Hannah tried to decipher the sign on the Chinese doctor's opposite. Psoriasis, infertility, obesity and… what was that word? Could it be grief? Could the Chinese doctor, a sweet man who walked his poodle in the field behind the flats, actually cure what was ailing her? IBS, arthritis, stress..? She was still trying to work out the missing word when her hands recoiled instinctively from an object being thrust into them.