Some Pieces of Hospital Life
1| Scattershot “…Marbles,” she says wryly. “Marbles,” repeats the boy, taking the chip out of his mouth. “We got marbles. A whole bag of ‘em! For just a dollar– and a whole cart of them, too!” He leans forward. The crumbs spew over the sheets in a staccato of syllables. “We got–” Spew. “…marbles fff–” …