A Retrospective Christmas

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  It’s Christmas Eve. Tomorrow is going to be tough, I think. Even though Em is – somehow – still here, I can’t help but imagine that the anniversary of the day she died is going to be difficult for her.

  She’s been quiet recently. I thought it was the whole hunter thing a couple of weeks back – which shook us all up – but a couple of days ago I realized what we were approaching. Could practically hear the cacophony of screaming brakes applied all to late.

  The doctors over at St. Bernadette’s had spent the best part their Christmas day setting her bits and pieces back where they were supposed to be; played – in my mind as I waited outside – by beautiful surgeons and nurses sharing meaningful looks over her broken body and mopping the sweat off each other’s brows in slow motion. They did all this only to have her die on them, ungrateful and unceremonious, at two am boxing day.

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~ by Joseph Blame on December 24, 2010.

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