"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

10 December 2011

100 Words; Deception for a Friend

The gypsy's mother is in the sickhouse. Brain bleed. There will be surgery when the swelling goes down.

I am told these things because we're kindred in more ways than one; she's an ICU nurse, I used to dance with the dead for money. We've had closeness with our mothers. My mother's last seventeen days were around this time of year.

I tell the gypsy I'll do whatever I can. She's my friend and I've been where she is. I'm thanked, but I'm really lying.

I might do anything for her, except tell her about the bad feeling I have...


  1. Sad but beautifully written story. I hope gypsy's mother will be ok.

  2. Lovely writing. I wonder if it needs the ... at the end, though.

    I hope your bad feeling is wrong.

  3. Keeping it to yourself is doing something for her. You're a better friend than you like to think.