By Susan Wardlaw
The longer she sat in the quiet, sterile waiting room, the more she realized that the line between hope and surrender was simply the degree of possibility. She kept running through the facts in her head. The ambulance had been swift, her girlfriend had been conscious, the doctors had been reassuring. Yet, a glance at the expression on the face of the approaching surgeon confirmed her fears – she had been balancing on the wrong side of the line.
“Stories have always been an escape from the disappointment of reality.” – the writer