Stable Condition

Horse sat on the hard plastic chair and waited.

A few minutes ago, just a few fucking minutes, everything was fine. We were talking and laughing, really talking, for the first time in years. No, that couldn’t be right. Years. Shit. It’s my fault. I never should have taken that job. Halfway across the country. Needed to be free. On my own. Out from his shadow and he had a big one. Has. Has. Can’t think that way. They said this kind of thing happens. Routine. They’d know. They’re professionals.

He looked up and saw the doctor approaching with reluctance.



One thought on “Stable Condition

  1. Not sure who has what issue that needs the attention of the medical profession (I have a couple of scenarios come to mind), but I like the punchy delivery of the story

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