Holding her daughter’s hand. Paralyzed with fear, invaded by memories. Seventeen years ago she was standing in a waiting room, similar to the one they were in now. Or maybe the tiles were just a little bit cleaner. She too was judging the women around her, she too was afraid of death and compromise. But she had to do it, her career was depending on her and also… also she didn’t...
Today I finally got to see my “friends” again; you know the ones who took my awesomeness away and gave me a necklace instead as a present. I understood today that I wasn’t in so much pain as the last time we have seen each other, because everything looked a little different this time. I could see the carnage coming in and going out, I could see the wounds of every single person...
I got to see some of the friends I made three weeks ago, today (if I can call them friends). When I got to the emergency room, I noticed that everything looks very different when you are not in pain and you just have to sit there and wait quietly for your turn. You get to see the faces clearly, the place is much scarier and the cases that come in and out… well, they are not so pleasant to the...
The experience I’ve lived today will become a short story; it needs to, it screams to. Until then, I get to tell you about it in a different tone. A man is standing in front of me. He is talking about taking away something I have, I own, it belongs to me. I don’t care about giving the thing to him; I just stare at him (I think I had my mouth open) because of the way he wants to proceed in taking...
