Death Drop

The cancer diagnosis made me look to the heavens, asking in utter scorn, "Really?!" She never smoked, and besides a few young adult escapades, she didn't drink either.  By most standards, as far as self-inflicting, harmful habits were concerned, she exemplified sainthood.  The one bad habit she did have, however, of internalizing emotions, proved more…

Hanging By A Thread

The sirens fainted in the distance, ripping him farther from our grasp, while Vicki regurgitated the events unfolding during the hour I left him alone.  His body had blued from lack of oxygen and released its waste, while hanging from the old oak.  Chiming in, I retorted “EMS revived him and he’s on his way…

The Dirty Deed

Ten days.  Ten, all too short, days I waited before forcing myself to visit Eric.  The charade of going through the motions, standing by his bedside, telling him she's dead, knowing he wouldn't....couldn't respond, unsure if he could hear me, more less comprehend what I would say, was futile.  He already knew. Contemplating a make-shift…