Some Days

By Dianne Moritz

Nightmares don’t always come at night. Some days bring nightmares. Like the time you’re in Hawaii splashing carefree through the surf at Waikiki when you step on a piece of coral and nearly sever your big toe. Or you’re skiing down the mountains in Telluride when a sudden whiteout descends, obscuring the trail. Your heart races, your knees turn weak, but after minutes of terror, you find your way. Aging can be a nightmare: aches, pains, and diminished abilities. And there’s no escaping the end, as death hides in the shadows, waiting …

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