#31 When She Woke Up

by Karen Foster

When she woke up, her hands were strapped to the sides of an operating table. Two male orderlies were chucking refuse in the garbage, laying metal items in a sterilizer, tossing used towels and sheets in a wheeled hamper. One of them looked back at her. Then both stared. Above her in a concave mirror she saw blood.

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