Like It Never Was

by Faith Gardner

The worst kind of unhinged—sane enough to be aware of how insane I’m acting.

But there’s no way to heal without discomfort. If healing was easy, no one in this world would hurt.” I sign my name, a scribble I can barely read. Maria takes the clipboard and smiles at me, as if I’ve made her proud.

It’s blank and white but there’s a hat rack in the foyer with wigs hanging on it, very odd, very unexpected, and I would ask about it but I’m a ticking time bomb