Drabble: Lucky Break
‘Yes, I have deadlines.’
My latest crush turns my hand this way and that. Skilled fingers make gentle assessment.
‘I’ll refer to you to physiotherapy.’
‘Nurse Pringle, fetch the necessary paperwork, please. Soft balls to squeeze periodically for a matter of months,’ he continues after the nurse’s departure.
My healing hand trembles and I smile.
‘You look lovely today, Miss Lee, Galway plaid is my family tartan.’
He leans towards me.
‘It’s my lucky red kilt,’ I say and meet him halfway.