More of the same original...

[chicating]

Since she didn’t trust doctors, Kyla went through two or three miserable weeks living on sprite, chicken soup and saltines. She was even starting to see herself as almost as delicate as other people did just from seeing the wheelchair. She was beginning to see herself fading away on a fainting couch and not feeling as sad about it as she might have expected.

“If I felt like you,” Jessica advised. “I’d pee on a stick. I can get the test and everything. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. But I still wish there was a commercial all “Margaritas for everyone cause we’re not.”


Hard to imagine anyone wants to see that positive.”

“They do,” Kyla said. “Some people want to be parents. It’s probably not that anyway…no star in the East.”
“There was. Guess it wasn’t a satellite.”

“They have real doctors to give them the happy news, probably. Not hiding out in a hat and glasses in a CVS.”
Kyla shrugged, glad of the distraction. It wasn’t like things weren’t real for her before, but this was a new level. “Probably.”
“If you’re not, I’ll buy the margaritas.”
“If I’m not, I’ll empty my account for margaritas."

Comments

[karlht]

I'm digging the nearly-dialogue-only vibe.

I'm not sure...

[chicating]

I wondered if that's a flaw--I guess that's what it looks like when I write without much thought for an editorial audience.I suppose if I publish one day, I'd rewrite anyway.
Thanks, though.
{{{K}}}

I think I've had this in my head for years...

[chicating]

weird as that might be.