© Madison Kist | MSII
Tap. Tap.
I pop the last stubborn bubble as it rises to the top of the syringe.
“Like champagne!” she chuckles. The flowers on her cloth mask sway up and down.
“Are you ready, ma’am?”
The corners of her bright brown eyes wrinkle.
Stick!
She begins to cry.
Oh no, did I hurt her?!
She stands up and begins to walk toward the exit. As she passes me, she grabs my hand and squeezes it. Tightly.
“For the first time, in a long time, I feel safe.”