Medical History

 

“All her medical history shows is a girl who doesn’t take care of herself.  She’s been in the hospital numerous times with dehydration due to the flu.”

 

“I understand, Dr. Lyn, but her immune system says something else’s going on.  That’s why I ordered the tests,” explained Dr. Snow pacing the room.

 

“She doesn’t have insurance.  We are not only wasting our time, but our resources.”

 

A nurse walked in handing Dr. Snow a file, “Your labs.”

 

“Well, what does it say?” asked Dr. Lyn.

 

Dr. Snow glanced at the file and shook his head.

 

“It’s cancer.”

More Than Enough

“Mom, I’m really sorry.  I don’t know how this happened,” Izzy sobbed.

 

“Sorry’s not going to cut it.  Where were you?”

 

“I just fell asleep on the couch for a minute.  Please, let me help you.”

 

“You’ve been more than enough help for one day.  I’ll be cleaning this butter and cocoa mix for hours.  She’s got it everywhere.  Just get out of my site.”

 

Defeated Izzy started to her room, pausing to watch her little sister, Annabelle, stuffing the toilet with rags.  She continued to her bedroom and smiled as she closed the door.

Igloo Amnesia

            Opening my eyes, all I saw was a sea of white, thinking I had some kind of white blindness.  After rubbing my eyes and blinking a half dozen times, I could tell it was an ice house, something like an igloo, but larger.  Scratching my head, I tried to remember what happened, more importantly who I was.  Nothing is coming to mind, not my name, how I got there; even the color of my eyes was a mystery. 

            Going through my pockets, trying to find some identification, I felt something hard.  I fished out four dollar bills wrapped around a large black rock in my right pocket; a blue toothbrush from the other.  I stood gazing at the sky colored toothbrush, begging for some recognition.  Turing around, I saw a man with a full sandy beard and beaver hat staring at me. 

Taking Minutes

“How’s my angel?  Feeling better?” asked Candra.

 

“Yes, Mommy.”

 

April sat up in the pink cover bed.

 

“Is anyone coming today?  I liked that lady from the news station; she brought me a teddy bear.”

 

“No visitors today, honey.  Everyone just wants you to feel better and to find out why you’re sick.  They want to make sure you and I can make ends meet, since Daddy left.  Would you like some tomato soup?”

 

“That sounds yummy.”

 

“Ok, I’ll be right back.”

 

Candra kissed her daughter on the forehead and headed to the kitchen.  She opened the can and poured it into a bowl with some water.  Reaching under the sink she took out the glass cleaner and poured a little into the soup.

 

As she stirred the concoction, she cried knowing she was taking minutes from her only child’s life.

By the Book

 “Ok, people, we are going to do this by the book. No excuses. Steve, Cheryl and Aaron, you three are covering the rear. Nobody goes out that rear door, understood?

Tina and Lance, I’m posting you at the east end; Brandy and Jim, the west. Mike, you and Alex will be with me at the front. Mary and Lulu, I need you at command post, keep your eyes open.

This is the biggest day of our year, people. I need you to push, push, push. We can’t afford to fail. There is only one ‘Day After Thanksgiving Sale’ and I want to see those shelves empty by closing. Nobody leaves empty handed.  If we’re out of Wii’s talk them into an XBox. They want a digital camera, they walk out with two.

We open in five, people. Don’t let me down; your jobs depend on it.”