Charms

Fiction

When they cut the lunchtime visit, Joan became aware of her own incontinence and worried that it might affect her future in her own home and so she began wrapping solid turds in brown council notice envelopes which she could then ask certain visitors to dispose of. The window in the envelope made this high-stakes stuff and as a certain visitor, your hand had sprung open when it understood from the warmth, the contents. ‘I’ve had a dog in,’ she said.