By T. W. Brazeau
Published by T. W. Brazeau
Copyright 2012 T. W. Brazeau
A DREARY TIME OF YEAR
I woke up disoriented and groggy. What is this place? Where am I? I looked around. My vision was a little bleary, but that’s nothing new. I didn’t recognize the room. I moved my arm. What’s this? It looked like there was a tube stuck in my arm. Yes, a tube, with a bag on the other end. Not good.
I’m in a hospital, I realized. And the last thing I remember was . . . what? Then it came to me. I had been shoveling snow.
Now I remembered clearly. I was shoveling my sidewalk, and the snow was still coming down. Another white Christmas. Big deal, I thought. Then I remembered I had felt dizzy, then faint. Oh-oh, I thought. Heart attack!