200 CCs - June 2016
Volume 1 • Issue 5
Volume 1 • Issue 5
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Your Heart is Mine<br />
by Elizabeth Archer<br />
We sit, waiting for the cardiologist to come in<br />
with the results. Listening to shoes squeak on<br />
the fake wood floor. Waiting for them to stop at<br />
the door.<br />
It’s been an hour, and there are 64 tiles in the<br />
ceiling. A dead gnat sticks to<br />
the window, in the<br />
otherwise spotless<br />
room.<br />
When the door<br />
opens, something<br />
inside my chest<br />
shifts. Opens too,<br />
tries to squeeze past<br />
him, run down the hall.<br />
The doctor is thin and fit<br />
and tan. He looks as if he<br />
has been running all morning,<br />
breathless and grinning with a<br />
smile that reaches his cheek.<br />
pictures of the insides of your arteries. “All<br />
clear.”<br />
I see images of holes. Pictures of your heart.<br />
We breathe out then, both of<br />
us, as if we had been<br />
sucking a week’s worth<br />
of oxygen inside.<br />
Exhale fear, in the<br />
form of CO 2 .<br />
“All good. See you in<br />
say, May?” he says.<br />
I can hear your heart,<br />
beating like a distant<br />
drum, in the silence.<br />
That’s what marriage is, after<br />
twenty years.<br />
I can’t hear my own heart at all.<br />
“Everything’s okay,” Dr. Flynn says, white<br />
back to us, his hand flipping through notes and<br />
Elizabeth Archer writes flash, short stories and poetry. She lives in the Texas Hill country, and haunts Scribophile, a<br />
site for serious writers.<br />
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