For the Love of Suzy

This is a short story I wrote recently during a wonderful short fiction class at The Loft. It was about when I cut into my own liver that I realized how much I loved my wife. We was both lying on the kitchen table. She was out cold, my sweet Suzy, no wonder why, but I reached over to her anyway. My hands was bloody but so was the rest of the table, so I didn't think she'd mind. I put my hand on the stump of where her leg used to be and I promised her she would be a whole woman before the sun came up.

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