2 little white pillsPosted: February 10, 2012
Two this time, little white collections of hope or despair. I choose hope. One gulp and they are gone. Much easier than the first time.
She steps back, holds the geiger counter towards me and I can see the needle jump. Looks like it was the real stuff.
In one hour I can eat, and race to get this concoction out of my heart and soul and mind. May it leave no trace.