“People react to the news of cancer in different ways” the doctor informed.
Clarisa was already working on plan A through Z.
I was memorizing her face.
Lets face it, the doctor and I knew I was dead within the month. Doc is pragmatic, she was unhappy delivering the news, but it was obvious I was screwed regardless.
Yeah, no symptoms other than blacking out. A few visits later and I have imminent death this month.
Clarisa, my dear Clarisa.
Let me etch in her face as if it’s the first time I see it, and not the last.
Written by Rodney Goodall
Owner of NibbleReads.