Walking down the street passing her little house Susan saw that the mailbox handle was lifted. Picking up the letter, the words after "from" sent a lightning shiver down her spine --it was Michael Duff from Glasgow.
"Alright, this is it. You were expecting this. You're prepared."
She carefully let the letter slide into her purse and went in. Erin was there as usual, on the sofa, with the garden door open, reading from a Chemistry book.
"How she studies! She'll make a hell of a woman someday," Susan told herself, trying hard to find good things to hang on to.
"Mum, will you help me put my makeup on?" asked Erin.
It was another party at the high school tonight. Maybe it was for the best, as Susan needed some time alone to deal with the news.
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The Sphere
Short StorySusan lives on the lush coast of eastern Ireland, taking care of her daughter and her many patients. But an enemy Susan is intimately familiar with begins a full on assault on her duties as a mother and a doctor. **This story received 2nd prize at t...
