Today's OneWord: Visitor
"You have a visitor, my dear." I crane my head from my Chekhov anthology. Torn away from the cherry orchard for a bit. The red blossoms dissipate for a dark face. Thick, black beard. Watery smile. "Howard?" "Came to see you, girl," he purred. "Heard you weren't feeling well." "Pretty obvious, huh?" I sneered, gesticulating at the IV drilled into my arm. I smiled as he waved a bouquet of tulips at me.