Sheriff Cole quickly lowered the blanket.
"Sorry, Ma," he said, his hand reaching to again touch her shoulder. He felt inadequate, unable to say anything that would give comfort. This time her hand didn't reach up to hold his. This time her sorrow held her as tightly as she held her granddaughter's hands, and she continued crying.
Doc Morris tucked the blanket around the girl's arms and motioned Sheriff Cole outside.
"It's touch and go, Sheriff."
Cole nodded: "Pretty kid, Anna Cody."
"If she pulls through, her face'll heal," said Doc Morris "But right now that's a darn big 'If'."
Steve McBrevity over 2 years ago
This is graphic anguish of a higher order. I’m suffering too.
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
I feel her pain too as her story reaches 100. Congratulations Drew for a fine piece of work that has a lot of story left in it I’m guessing.
Drew Martyn over 2 years ago
Thanks very much, guys, I really appreciate your support. And thanks, Neville - it's probably boring to say this to old hands at the game, but I never expected Roylsden to reach 100 ;) but heyho, drabbles have a will of their own. Thanks again for your comments :)