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Winter’s Bleeding Me
“She needs a doctor, you stupid ox.”
Brian’s head jerks as if I landed a blow. “I’ll fix it.”
I don’t wait. I board a bus, murmuring comfort in Kitty’s ear. Her eyes, like Brian’s, green as his Irish meadows, gaze at me.
Empty-armed, I wait, worries churn, despite relief as the nurse assures me Kitty is in good hands. How will we pay?
When the door opens, I glance over. Face bloodied, left eye swollen, Brian grins while holding up a wad of cash. I hug him, smiling.
“Excuse me,” the doctor says.
And then my smile dies.
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Sascha Darlington 2/28/2018