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When I was a little girl I imagined my brother unlocked. …I imagined everyone’s surprise when they met him after his unlocking. The miracle of it. And it seemed all I had to do was believe hard enough and he would be set free. I kept waiting for it to happen. Him, deep below the surface, quietly buried; me waiting for the moment he would emerge from the boy who bit and scratched, screeched and shat

At the yards I found the loud lamb frozen. It was in the in-between place, hovering above itself. It was tempting to look away, pretend I hadn’t seen it. Another half hour and it would be gone. I wanted time back and to have taken it inside last night. I wanted time forwards so it was already dead.