‘The Day That Never Ends’, by Mariana Gurgis
From our window, the clouds seemed static, frozen. Orange-and-green taxicabs drove through the slush six floors down. Tilly whimpered, buzzed for the nurse, asked for Dilaudid, whispered “good morning.” Swaddled in her sheets, she breathed hard. Phenolic air. She asked me how I was feeling. We lolled in our beds, our mothers asleep in their… Continue Reading ‘The Day That Never Ends’, by Mariana Gurgis
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