Little, white myopia.
by disillusioned
(Everything Else, 1261 views) - 9/26/06
(recorded 9/26/06 @ 4:21:08 AM)
"It isn't supposed to hurt this much, is it?"

"No, honey. It shouldn't be hurting at all. What's it feel like?"

"It feels like..." (and I'm hoping she doesn't look up and see the pain chart, displayed as if you're scoring an Olympic figure skating round circa 1994—8.5, 7.0 and the judge from France really rubs it in with a low 5.2—she didn't quite stick the landing on that triple salchow, and that's the French for you) a million tiny pinches."

She pinches my underarm for effect. Or as a six-year-old's means of converting my sympathy into empathy.

"It feels like ants are eating me."

Well, you shouldn't have stepped on their anthill, I think to myself, but my tongue stops just short—she'd take it to think it was her fault.

"Just try to relax. It'll be over soon," I say, glad that it stones both our birds.

"Am I going to die?"


And after what seems like 14 million possible responses lobby my mind, I settle on the simplest, accompanied by a silly, telling tear—the kind that magnifies my lie through its unfortunate concave.

"No."
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