Emergency

William and I were strolling in the
botanical gardens with Mrs Eames.
There’d been no more parcels, I felt
liberated. It was a warm shining leafy
day. Mrs Eames, shawled up in a huge
brown coat and scarf, looked absurd.
We ambled around the flower beds.
William was photographing the colourful
blooms. I clutched Mrs Eames’ arm.
She was stumbling, out of breath.
Natalie, I need to sit. Guide me to that
park bench. There’s a girl. Her speech
was slurred, she struggled to enunciate
the words clearly. Sweat ran down her
pallid face. This was something serious.
I pulled out my phone with one hand. I
called for an ambulance.

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Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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