Silent scream 

I recognised my sister Alison’s handwriting on the envelope.  Puzzled, I opened it - to find a plain sheet of paper.
    Not a word.
    After that dreadful quarrel five years ago over Mother’s locket, Alison had stormed out.
     ‘I’ll never speak to you again!’
    And she hadn’t.  Far too proud.
    I looked down at the blank sheet of paper and realised that she couldn’t bring herself to write to me.  Still too proud.
    But this was a cry for help.  Someone had to relent.  It was time to forgive.
    I picked up the phone and dialled her number.
Janice Robinson


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