Archive for September 21st, 2010

Fall: To Pieces

21 Sep

His hands shaking, he rummages until he finds the vodka. One swig follows another. He wipes his sleeve across his mouth and stares at the bottle. He wants to drain the whole thing, but he can’t. He won’t.

It’s part of his job, he reminds himself. Was the woman with a belly just beginning to swell with life? She could have been his wife’s little sister. Was it the way her husband laughed nervously at the diagnosis, exactly as his brother had done three years earlier?

He tells his secretary to reschedule his afternoon and raises the bottle to his lips.