I Like Tuesdays by Troy Prichard
rom across the room I see her. The new
nurse is bringing me my orange juice like she said she would. I like her; she
is really nice to me. I don’t even mind that she touched my shoulder as she
set my cup down upon the table. I like orange juice. I like Tuesdays.
Nervously both my feet are sort of bracing myself in anticipation of drinking
from the cup sitting calmly in front of me. I like orange juice. ...READ MORE

