Haven

My husband pulled the car into the garage. My head tilted back, legs tensed, right arm shook as tears streamed down my face during the seizure. I kept my eyes closed knowing I would only see flashes of light or dark spots anyway. I sort of remember staring at the dashboard and drying my eyes after. There's some noise and in his nervousness my husband has dropped a bag of groceries and broken the eggs while trying to help me. I stare fascinated by some spot on the fabric of the now open car … [Read more...]


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