Each of them represented a separate scarlet “A” she locked safely away from friends and family, their medical accusations buried deep inside. Nobody she knew would ever know how these accusations clung to her soul like barnacles on a pier.
It starts with a sound. K-thunk, k-thunk, k-thunk, k-thunk, slow and rhythmic, like a basketball on a cement driveway. At first it is a soothing sound, a mother’s heartbeat, the gentle creak of a rocking chair. But soon, it becomes annoying, like that gourmet popcorn you liked so much at Christmas. You ate so much […]