Hey Sexy, Geist
“Hi, I’m Jack.” He wheeled toward me. “You’re Susan, right?”
“Yeah.” I’d seen him in the halls, on my way to physio and occupational therapy. But why was he here? I relished my privacy, my single room, was so grateful it was covered through my ex-husband’s health insurance.
“Thought I’d pop in for a visit.”
“I’m pretty tired.”
“I won’t stay long. Keeps up the spirits to talk to someone. You were in a car accident, right?”
“I totalled my bike driving back from a party in the country. Out of nowhere a bird flew into my face. I swerved and rammed right into a brick wall. Never saw the wall. It wasn’t there and then it was. What about you?”
I told him the story I’d been telling the last few weeks. The story that had become my only story. “Then the car hit a moose. I was the passenger.”