FOUR LITTLE WORDS
Four little words,
For better or worse.
She charged the battery for his wheelchair and
went into what used to be her sewing room for his oxygen and
an electric rush flashed through her head.
She stared bewildered at the sleeping man.
Four little words
raced through the woman’s brain like electrons:
Shall I kill him?
Charles Alan Clemens
July 27, 2011