I Lose
It's the 13th. At 6:00 in the evening I visit him. Tired and in pain, he lays on the bed. Even a little movement causes him a striking pain. This time the target being his inner thighs. He says, ‘ It feels like someone’s hitting me with a hammer ’. I touch him- his feet. I press them gently so that he feels no pain. He shy's off and says, " It's ok, let it be ", but I'm recluent. A thought strikes my mind at that very moment, " Maybe this would be the last time " My thoughts win the Race. Period.