March 15, 2010 § Leave a comment
At the bottom of the stairs, she sat. Her blue satin dress fanned out behind her like a frozen waterfall. Whiteknuckled, she clutched balloonstring. A mylar orb floating overhead declared “Get Well Soon!”
She didn’t know she was sick.
She didn’t take the pills passed out in paper cups because she was afraid of pills. She wouldn’t take a Tylenol unless the logo was printed on the side. She hid them in a jar beneath a loose tile in the floor of her room. When the jar filled she stuffed the pills into pieces of bread which she fed to the birds.
There was nothing more beautiful than pigeons and sparrows falling like leaves and stars.