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Yellow Days


By

Andrew Culver


Smashwords Edition


@Copyright 2012 by Andrew Culver

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When we got home I hobbled to bed clutching my stomach and Elizabeth tucked me in. I had forgotten what it was like to have a woman take care of me. She gave me my Vicodin and went to the store to get me some Jell-O and soup. When she got back I was still in pain from the operation and I knew it would hurt for quite some time. She kissed me and lay next to me for awhile, and I thought she liked being able to take care of me; for once I was helpless. After awhile she had to go back to her house and do some work, so she left me to sleep off the surreal two days I had just experienced. The traffic outside was loud and the LA sun was blazing through my window.

Beside my bed was Whitman’s Leaves of Grass. I couldn’t read right now – my mind was not in my control anymore.

My eyes closed and scenes returned - I was back on the mountain, I was back at college, I was in Florida. Places that weren’t the same anymore.

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