The heat’s sudden, like the dark lightning streaks veining across the bleach-clean monitor. The sensation stagnates, though the iodine still flows through the channels of my heart.
Yesterday, I waded through the murk of a floodplain. The languid glow of the muddy sunrise warmed my ears as it shimmered across the pools of my son’s eyes. He’d tried for so long to get me out there, to let my line drift free in the easy current.
I can’t help thinking about the paramedics slogging through the marsh as I watch the darkness puddling. What’d the dawn look like to them?