She gently placed three electrodes on my chest. Sinus rhythm, minimal tachy she assures me as I lay in anticipation of drugs that will float me in tingles to worlds I know not.
What is that symbol on your necklace, she asks?
“It is the symbol of the Baha’i Faith…”
This piece is in response to a WordPress prompt to tell a story spawning from a source of inspiration, found in any form and told in any fashion.