Cough From the Next Room
a cough from the next room
fear sets in
Covid?
A wheezing cough; this is my husband.
Even worse.
The dogs stop chewing and stare toward his door.
Even the refrigerator is silent.
We wait. Listen.
Nothing.
A long drawn out cough now that sounds like croup.
We run for the door.
The refrigerator gets there first, blocking it for the rest of us.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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