Cancer Horace,' she starts, 'I'm so sorry, I got a call from Granny this morning and_' 'And WHAT Mum?!' 'Granny...Granny has cancer.' The word stabs you in the chest like a steel knife. There's a huge lump in my throat. My lips are magnets opposing each other, I can't close my mouth. A kind of black liquid seeps through me, first it trickles down my neck into my arms, it finds a way into my lungs and it slowly fills them up. 'Horace? Horace! are you alright, Horace?!' It keeps going down, it hits my feet, numbing them and it fills up my legs from there: first my shins, then my knees, then my thighs. 'HORACE!' In a click, I'm looking at my distraught mother. 'What? Yes! I'm fine! I'm just, thinking about Granny.'
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