Dealing With It (Two Short Stories) - Plot & Excerpts
It was a warm presence against my constantly chilled body. “Angie.” I didn’t even remember where I was. I was stuck in a shell within myself, lifeless. Feeling nothing, seeing nothing. “Angie.” It was all a big ball of emptiness. “Angie!” I blinked, then finally looked up. It was slow moving but I found myself staring into a pair of concerned eyes so similar to my own. Mom. But while I stared into eyes that were alive and vibrant, passionate with life, I knew what she saw when she looked at my own was the complete opposite—listlessness. Dead. She finally removed her hand from my arm and settled back into her seat across from me, a look of sympathy on her face. I didn’t want to see that. I looked down into the plate in front of me instead. She had ordered Hawaiian pizza, my favorite. I stared at the bits of ham and pineapple on the pizza slice as it lay there, uneaten. It was beginning to get cold. “Angie, you need to eat.” I could hear the almost exasperated tone in her voice but I didn’t care.
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