Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Sunday, January 25, 2015
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Hospitals made June sad, but old people going into hospitals made her sadder. Not the ones being brought in for medical attention, but rather the old people going in to visit. June slowed as she walked to her routine mammogram appointment in the imaging center of the hospital to avoid getting too close to an old man entering with a bouquet of flowers. His life flashed before June's eyes, and she saw him visiting his wife who would never leave her room alive. The old man patting her hand for the last time. Kissing her forehead. Going home and never seeing his love again in this world. June clutched her purse to her chest and started to run.
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