Times Up
My phone buzzes
And moves across the table
As I reach for it.
It’s my sister,
Calling in the middle
Of the day.
It’s unusual.
It’s unsettling.
A familiar sense of fear
Crawls into my throat.
Is this it?
Has our luck run out?
Is my world about to collapse?
I pick up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Katie... Mom had a stroke.”
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