It started with a frown, a bespectacled man peering at my chart.
The first casualties, my hairline and appetite. The Chemotherapy proved unsuccessful.
“Inoperable”. “Six months at most”. Someone change the record. This one’s on repeat.
Kept the chart.
Makes a great story for the grandkids.
via Daily Prompt: Tenacious
What scared me?
The loaded gun? No, not that.
That he was prepared to take my life over the green in my pocket? Strangely, no.
It wasn’t that I recognized him. High School…. Calculus, right?
Like the clearest mirror I’d ever seen. And that terrified me.