I had an amazing time last weekend at the author workshop, but it’s nice to get back to my routine too. This week’s snippet is from “Not the Doctor,” my hurt/comfort short for DsP’s Mended Anthology. I don’t think I’ve posted this one before–with a little creative license, it’s the opening 8.
A funeral dirge played in my head as I slung my small gym bag into the hall and followed it out the door. The day had come; I had no choice but to leave my apartment, walk out to the parking lot, and let George drive me to the hospital. I locked the door and steeled myself against the fear. Older brothers can smell fear, and reaching the age of fifty-five hadn’t tempered his propensity to go for the jugular. And it was only outpatient surgery. I’d be home within ten hours.
The next door opened as soon as I started down the hall. Kai peeked out and smiled; he didn’t come out into the hall, but his smile lit it up anyway.
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