Where the Cornflowers Grow, Love Died

After I was diagnosed with cancer, I decided to take a spontaneous trip as I wanted to avoid everyone.

But the moment I got off the bus, I ran straight into my ex-husband.

We hadn’t seen each other in ten years, and neither of us was who we used to be. He’d scrubbed off the tattoo I drew for him and traded his cheap clothes for designer brands. I, on the other hand, had taken off our matching wedding rings and was now walking around with a urine bag.

We exchanged a few polite words, both of us consciously avoiding the past.