Mary shivered on the biopsy chair. The technologist asked if she wanted another blanket. God, no, Mary thought, as she declined the offer, instead, what would be nice; a scar free body and her original 34B, left breast. Twenty minutes into the procedure, Mary flinched – her left breast compressed on the biopsy plate. She promised herself total equanimity and no crying!
“Hey, Doc,” said Mary quivering, “I’m beginning to look like the mountain range behind this hospital. There’s only so many lumpectomy a girl can handle before she…she…”
“Go ahead, Mary, let your tears flow,” the understanding doctor whispered.
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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with host, Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields
THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.
THE KEY: MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.
Photo credit: Danny Bowman