This was how Sara spent three days after the diagnosis, being pushed and spun around on an exhilarating ride, dodging disapproving nurses, surprised visitors, and the occasional stern doctor. Even on the third day, Sara was still happy to feel the slight wind in her face, even though the air was rank with hospital scents, the way her gut was thrown out of whack when they turned a sharp corner. The thrill hadn't faded for her, but she didn't want Chance to get bored of her; she didn't want Chance to just feel used.
That night, she lay awake in her bed, and she thought of all the ways she could thank him. Finding one that really stuck in her mind, she turned on the desk lamp, grabbed the clipboard, and a few sheets of paper.
Then she began to write.
YOU ARE READING
A Chance Meeting
Short StoryWhat happens after a bomb explodes and a teenage girl is stuck in a hospital room for two years? What happens after a well-meaning teenage boy stumbles in to that girl's room, then stays for a bit? What happens when you mix hope with chance? You get...
