Later on, while helping Erin put on the crimson dress they both now loved so much, Susan suddenly grabbed hold of her daughter and hugged her, holding her tight until Erin pushed her away.
"Ok, mum, I love you too, but you're choking me here."
"I'm sorry dear. I just love you so much and..."
"And what?"
"Oh...nothing, you diva! Have fun!"
Susan didn't want her daughter around when she opened the letter. She felt she was ready to fight anything, but not with her daughter there, reminding her of what she could lose. At least not for now. She wandered through the garden for almost an hour imagining good things and hanging on to them. She went back to the kitchen, prepared herself some lemonade and went back on the terrace in the garden. Looking up, she could see the Centre on the edge of Carrick's Bluff, barely hanging on to it. Her house was down by the harbor and she heard the fishermen returning home, cheering after what appeared to have been a productive day at sea. In the penumbras of sunset, Susan sat down at the little coffee table, took a breath of sea air and cut the envelope.
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The Sphere
KurzgeschichtenSusan 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...
