buying time
Groping for change at the meter, I find,
with a frisson of fear, the right
amount - to the penny - amongst the fluff;
detect, in the clever clunk of coins, something
final. You, outside the surgeon's room,
prone in a paper-thin gown; me, wondering where I
stashed my ticket, thinking about buying time....
Cate Greenlees
Thu 30th Sep 2010 11:50
Hard to read this without the "frission of fear" also hitting reader too. A powerful portrayal of an emotional moment in life.
Cate xx