The consultant’s words soared like the opening sequence of her acclaimed Nutcracker, ‘We removed the tumour, but…’
A but, from an optimist!
Her smile sank gracefully to his stage, part of his chorus. ‘How long?’
He misunderstood. ‘I’d say a year.’
The space behind his eyes told her. Not even that.
She scheduled everything in meticulous detail: the anniversary of her promotion to principal.
Standing by the bridge this audience was sparse: a sea-sharp wind deterred all but the hardy. One gasp as once 5000 had, following her jump.
The swirling currents enveloped her in one final rapturous acclaim.
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