Winter (excerpt)

This winter I was walking through the city by myself when I saw a man lying in the street. He had had a heart attack. His shirt was hiked up and his bare skin was touching the ice and concrete. There were two paramedics: one was pounding on the man's chest and the other was listening at his mouth for signs of life.

For some reason the heart‹that ugly, relentless muscle the size of a clenched fist, that keeps on Beating and Beating and Beating‹for some reason the heart belonging to this one man had decided, at that moment, on that street, in that city, to just stop.

I kept on walking, knowing just for an instant how lucky a person can be. Mine, after all, had not.

B. 1973. (…) http://www.steflenk.com

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