Millennium

“Call me Gale.” At last, a natural smile came to me. “What do your friends call you, Doctor?”

“Charlotte, with the French pronunciation only. But you’ll be calling me Dr. Gagnon.” She smirked and headed out the door. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones,” she said as she walked off.

Alone in that hospital room, I decided to take things one at a time. Now was not the time for wild dreams. For now, I could think small. Before I began writing a few poems to start off the session, I wrote a goal for myself at the top of the page: Befriend Simone Charlotte Gagnon. Small steps, big leaps.