Seize The Day
Nicholas' mother had always assured him he was a boy with epilepsy, not an epileptic boy. But as a man in the middle of a sales pitch, when the taste of copper and iron arrived on his tongue, the chill of summer's breath ran along his spine, he knew his limbs would soon flail about. He had no memory of the moments lost. But he always remembered the rescue: EMT goddess Belinda hovering over him as the trembling faded from his body. Her hair pulled tightly back into a ponytail, shoulders broad as Jesus. Nicholas felt a little blessed, because today he'd ask her out on the ride to the hospital. And he knew she'd say yes.