Lit in Progress

Mercury wasn’t sure about today. It just didn’t feel right. Some days were like that; they just weren’t going to end well, no matter how much she tried to convince herself that she was being ludicrous.

She eased the bedroom door shut, not waking her husband Bret, and walked barefoot to the bathroom carrying her uniform and underwear in her hand.

Ten minutes later she was in the truck, heading to the hospital. The roads were clear, but it was a cool day and there was a lot of fog. She pressed her lips together and hummed along with the radio.

Julie was already there, standing beside their ambulance. “Mornin’,” she said. Mercury raised her chin in response.

The first call came at 9:18.