kristaqm
I picked her up gingerly, tubes and wires trailing, getting in the way of my instinctive urge to press her to me and squeeze her and hold her tight. Instead I carefully sat in the squeaky chair and rocked her till the moon was high, willing her tiny body to somehow heal.
Single file they crawled up my leg, tickling the skin beneath their teeny tiny legs. I could only watch--those minuscule creatures with their soldier-like ranks and uniform march.
I race--round the corner and then around another. Which way? Which way? I feel frenzied and frazzled. Which way?! I know there's an end. I just don't know where or how to get there.