James, Cordelia discussed on Stephanie Trussell

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I could not press on his chest because the blood was coming from his lungs and everything had broken i did not know what to do now i press and press my knees ache and i think there is broken glass on the pavement cutting into my skin but only sand and grit minutes go by and more minutes my arms trembled i count the times i push and then stopped counting i wonder if i have broken cordelia ribs someone told me once that this pressing does not work without the truck machine the paddles to the heart i think if i could open the bony chest i could hold the heart in my hand and squeezes it until it began to beat again maybe someone should call an ambulance but what would the driver say arriving to see me with an old dog do they have this service for animals have no feeling in my hand away more helpful person says standing over me a young man this time l i say the dog has her feet in the air the world can see she is not a male the young no nothing but when i look at her i think he is right she is dead way beyond oh the young man says and then he is gone i continued to press i look at my watch but i do not know what time we came outside and then cordelia coughs she opens her cloudy highs she seems to feel the indignity of her position and she wriggles and tell her legs are under she coughs again and shakes her head she raises her eyebrows as if to say how ridiculous we are sitting in the street what am i thinking to make her so foolish i struggled to my feet and pick her up ignoring the people who stare i carry her into the impasse i can feel her heart beating against my own we take the tiny elevator i have no strength for the stairs in the faded bronze i have never looked so old any apartment james is awake holding the perrier bottle in a white cotton dressing gown desi has highland he rubs his face runs his fingers in his hair i didn't know where you were he says my voice is hoarse another accident the green bottle is bright against the white cotton the dog is killing me i say and i.

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