Well now. This is a rarity. —Not my waking up at stupid o’clock and not being able to go back to sleep.— But to surely find myself on the first row of the “Hollywood Squares” as our buddy Russell calls them… As always, thank you to Rochelle for hosting this crazy bunch!
I’m sorry to do this to you. I had to “go there”. I won’t bother pretending this piece is not wholly true so I’ve kept all names real. I cannot believe my life changed so drastically three years ago this coming December 11th. And when I saw my own picture as the prompt, I just dunno what happened.
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Genre: True Story
When His Heart Stopped
The phone rang. “Ya, Dale, it’s Armen. Mick collapsed. He’s at Santa Cabrini Hospital.”
“What do you mean he collapsed?” Fear gripped her heart, sending shards of ice throughout her veins.
“I dunno. They called me. They are checking him now. Tony’s with him and they have questions for you. I’m on my way and will meet you there.”
She Googled the address, dressed and left, thankful both boys were at school.
Tony met her at the entrance and guided her to the registration. “He had a heart attack at our shop.”
Her own heart sank, somehow she just knew.