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.
I like the easy rolling voice you wrote this piece in. The idea of home surgery, that is something I have done, on baby pigs and horses. Never thought of it for on my wife, but now that we are both on Medicare maybe I don't have to!
For the Love of Suzy
I like the easy rolling voice you wrote this piece in. The idea of home surgery, that is something I have done, on baby pigs and horses. Never thought of it for on my wife, but now that we are both on Medicare maybe I don't have to!
Healthcare in the US is getting worse day by day. Cool story, Jake!