Life swerved to a stop, wheels spinning. Time shattered.
Sirens faded into the fragile rhythm of plastic-chair percussion. Here, memories caught in their throats, clogged beneath the sterile smell of white. Fingers clenched tight around prayers as silence held the room like breath.
The door opened, and grief fell out.
Stephanie Hurley is a writer and English teacher based in Manawatū, New Zealand. She is passionate about all things creative; in particular, using writing to examine the world around her. Her work has been published in Tarot, Mote, Chortle, and fiftywordstories.com.
