Turkey! (3)

Day 3. Oh, my poor throat! I finally did step into a hospital, Haseki Hospital, at 6:30 AM, having woken up at 3 AM to a throat that refused to even swallow saliva. They say it gets better after the worst. I disagree. Bless the soul of the cabbie who offered to help us throughContinue reading “Turkey! (3)”

Wrinkles.

As my breathing turned laborious with every tick of the smallest hand on the clock, the touch of the metal felt colder against my burning toes. I had wound up in a hospital bed after 87 rounds around the Sun, give or take a few, depending upon my father’s memory. I tried to move myContinue reading “Wrinkles.”

After All This While? Always.

“You don’t know anything about me,” he said. “I know. But I am trying to. Doesn’t that count?” They had started as lovers, failed and then tried becoming friends. As she sat by him at his hospital bed tonight, she thought of this conversation. Ten years had passed since then. They were no longer loversContinue reading “After All This While? Always.”