We were almost alone in the divided hospital room. Flowers on the wallpaper reminded us to cheer up. We couldn't see the traffic 5 that crossed the cobbles under us. And yet, everything was plainly itself and was plain. Even the new sky behind the telephone lines was flat blue. Monmouth Medical's institutional kitchen always served their rippled carrot-coins cold. At one, 10 the scholar-doctor's colossal geniality had shocked us, whispering his Mid-Western college guesses at Schopeanhaur's tantric worm of will in the apple of the world. 15 We thought in secret that he had grown since the last time he left us. In the children's ward, Spot fetched Jane and Jerry's stick 20 as eternally as ever while you were dying. "Go, Spot, go!"
From the collection "Red Bank"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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