SPEECH IMPEDIMENT - Short Story by Margaret Wilde

SPEECH IMPEDIMENT

“Does that hurt?”

Rigid with agony, breathing arrested mid-inspiration, fingers digging into the arms of the chair, thrust skull pinning the headrest, she waited for the end of eternity – waited for the drill to stop. It stopped.

Limp and drained, she breathed again.

“Did that hurt?” he asked impassively.


Margaret Wilde ©2007