1 year ago
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
An Apple a Day
Falling back against pillows, she closed her eyes, trying to breathe comfortably through her open mouth, while enduring body aches that felt as if someone in a black SUV had run over her repeatedly. An unrestrained, raspy cough erupted and she moaned, "This really sucks," as she rubbed across her forehead with stiff fingers pressing aching sinuses.
With a sigh, she dabbed at her roughened, red nose flaking skin from too much tissue attention and squeaked out a blow into a fresh Kleenex. Her body lay in a listless heap on the sofa while reruns of Boston Legal droned on in the background. She reached for the apple again, glaring at it through tear-blurred eyes, "Phhht...an apple a day. A lot of damn good you do," she said dropping it into the wastebasket where it lay contrasting red against mounds of white spent tissues.
I'd written another piece for Willow's Magpie Tales apple prompt, but this one just fits better. Yes, September brought a cold/sinus infection and I'm feeling exactly what I described and yes... this sucks. Now back to bed and Loving Frank a book by Nancy Horan.