Box springs. Jenny ran her fingers over the crisp, white sheets, feeling every dent and furrow. The monitor beeping next to her was also a kind of box. The white-walled room another. The nurse’s station in the hallway also squared off.
“Malignant,” The doctor had said with painful compassion. “But you’re a fighter. A boxer, right? You’ll be fine.”
Yeah, she’d been a fighter, but when she was in the boxing ring, she wasn’t alone.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: J Hardy CarrollBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit
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