Ethel/Muriel, Eurydice, 100 words (for femslash100)
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Muriel holds Ethel’s hand in the waiting room, and Ethel looks smaller and smaller, shrinking against the cushions. Muriel is strong, and bright, and Ethel is far from ready.
The doctor shifts his weight, heming over the notes. “And you’re a — family friend?” He clears his throat. Points his chin towards Ethel.
She shakes. Sees the growing sadness in Muriel’s eyes. Stands.
“Damned if I’m gonna let some yay-hoo who won’t look us in the eyes tell my wife she’s got the cancer.” She steps picks up Muriel’s loafers, undoes the tie of the paper gown. “Don’t look back, Muriel.”
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