The needle plunging into my skin is generosity itself. The doctor grimaces as he works, lifting my chin and pillowing my dented brow. After the accident, I felt I’d never laugh again; now it’s taking everything I have not to. Thank you.


9 Replies to “Restoration”

  1. I like how you express the passing of time and the processing of the event (and how what you think about it changes) through the line where the narrator needs to try hard not to smile. The narrator has made it to a place of acceptance, I think.

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