• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 10

Five Years

“Look John, look…”

She grips the plastic stick in both hands,
her heart thrumming.

Five years of timing cycles,
monotonous groping,
checking for one line or two.

He squints at the stick, stares at her,
squints again.

Gulping back the welling lump, he blinks,
his eyes too full for words.