Hey Sexy, Geist

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​“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 was.”

“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?”
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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.”
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