She appreciated, more than ever, the smell of her coffee and the sunlight reflecting off her back porch. The weather was unfairly perfect. Soon enough, the kids would know. But, for now, she let her smile hide the hopeless, sinking feeling welling up in her gut.
The cancer was back.
Myron Tetreault is a Calgary-based businessman, athlete and author.
When the scientist stepped into the office, his eyes flickered before his boss. “I’ve found the cure to cancer!”
His boss sighed, assuming a gloomy expression. “Forget about it. Cancer is an elegant way to keep the world population in check.”
“But,” he grimaced, “I have cancer.”
“So do I.”
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Morning was a tangle of sweaty sheets and panic.
One coffee cup stain on the table, one bowl to wash; the start of a never ending sequence of ones.
Black heels clicked across the linoleum. The limousine was here.
They had always been two; now she was one.
Sandra Bunning, an overstuffed teddy bear from Calgary, Alberta, has always lived in a fantasy world that she much prefers to the real one. Both a Poet and a Writer, she finds endless inspiration in the day by day life of the people around her. Published in several school publications and blogs, Sandra is only now dipping her toes into the field professionally.
On Monday, she looked at the Tarot cards on her bed.
On Tuesday, she fondled the Blarney Stone.
On Wednesday, she rolled a pine cone in her hand.
On Thursday, she kissed the cat goodbye.
On Friday, she wrote thank-you letters.
On Saturday, she slept.
On Sunday, dead of cancer.
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“Lightning never strikes twice.”
Mom chanted those words anytime something bad happened. She kept the family on track, always smiling.
When the cancer came back, the smile momentarily left her face.
“So much for the laws of lightning,” she said, before she started cooking, filling the freezer with our favorites.
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He was now a different man. Clothed in brittle skin, reduced to bones, he lay swallowed up by the bed. Drawing in air, his lungs choked.
Overwhelmed, I closed my eyes. Burning tears plunged down my cheeks.
Cancer had stolen my son, and turned him into a collector of time.
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His life filled with words he hated. Cancer. Radiation. Chemotherapy. Inoperable.
He hated that everything should be compromised to have a chance.
He hated that everybody told him how sorry they were, like it was their fault somehow.
Above all, he hated that what he really wanted was another cigarette.
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“I don’t know. I just don’t.” He was shaking his head left to right.
“Until last Wednesday I was quote recovering unquote.”
“I just don’t know.”
“My wife two years ago. My son last year. Now me.”
“Cancer. I don’t know. I still can’t sell you a gun.”
Reynold Junker is a short fiction and poetry writer currently living in Los Angeles (Silver Lake), California.