The smell of incense wafted in the room. As she gasped for breath she thought of her Chinatown visit, shelves of herbal remedies. The odor of incense invaded her nostrils, its pungent smell gagging her until she just had to escape, to get out of there, fast.
Her phone rang with the distinctive song she chose, humming the melody, tears welled in her eyes.
The x-ray of her hand showed the doctors she’ll never play piano again.
Pain, anguish in the singer’s voice.
Pain of gnarled screws penetrating her tender pedicured flesh.
Wrist fracture.
“Taste this”, Li Chow soothed.
“Ugh”.
Her phone rang with the distinctive song she chose, humming the melody, tears welled in her eyes.
The x-ray of her hand showed the doctors she’ll never play piano again.
Pain, anguish in the singer’s voice.
Pain of gnarled screws penetrating her tender pedicured flesh.
Wrist fracture.
“Taste this”, Li Chow soothed.
“Ugh”.
