Silence in the night

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Silence in the night

The bullet wound had left her paralyzed, her body was stiff cold. She could hear her own hard difficult breathing, her vision was blurred and although she could see the people rushing to her she could make out what they were shouting.

Was this really it, the end of a whole life's struggle to be where she was? Sweat poured down her forehead, she could barely move her hands. They trembled, trying to hold on to the nearest thing possible. The fear was reflected in her eyes and onto everyone else's faces, she was dying and everyone knew it.

Suddenly nothing seemed important, the book review due tomorrow, the car being left at the mechanics all week, the suit waiting at the drycleaners waiting to be picked up, the divorce papers coming through...

All that she remembered was shouting at the waitress for spilling coffee over her new silk blouse, the look on the waitresses face. How the waitresses eyes were watery trying to hold in the tears so that she wouldn't show a sign of weakness, the fuss she made over who would pay the drycleaners bill.

Her