Sunday, May 15, 2011


“Once,” said Sandy, “It was only the one time, when he didn’t have a rubber on him. What shitty luck.” She sat slumped in the passenger seat as Joan drove her home from the hospital in Owen Sound where she had gone for blood tests. Sandy begged a ride over there from Joan to avoid seeing her family doctor. “Maybe it will come back negative,” Joan offered, hoping to disperse the grim mood that thickened the air in the car. “Yah, and maybe I will stop throwing up every morning and I’ll finally get the curse after missing it twice.”


  1. This story leaves a circular impression!

  2. Why circular, Roy?
    Actually, I just notice the paragraph begins with the word 'once' and ends with the word 'twice,' so I would say it is quite linear.

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