By Jake T.S. Wryte
Warning: Smoking is hazardous to your health.
She tipped the box in her hand, upside down, right side up. Telling them was much worse than this. She had no choice.
Christen raked trembling fingers through her hair, continuing to flip the box.
She hated the constant bombardment of disinfectant. It reminded her of death and decay, endings instead of beginnings.
The line moved.
She crossed to the chair beside her, watched the lady vanish through the doors, crying softly. How far along was she? Days? Weeks?
Christen removed a cigarette, quivering. Would it make a difference smoking one before the procedure?
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Well done. Nice development kept me moving along right with the line.
A compact story that packs a hard gut punch.
Well written!
This is a great story. It covers a tragic moment in a young girl’s life. Very nicely written