The day was hot, but there was ice in my veins. In a mere moment, I had gone from well to ill. Two metallic, clinical words scribbled in a chart. Never again would I be fine; I would forever divide my life into the Before and the After.
[This has been a submission for Flash Fiction Friday at Purgatorian, in which jj supplies the first few words for a writing piece to be posted on your blog. Try it!]