Holding On

Roberta pulled the shoulder of the gown back up as the doctor instructed. "The bruising is significant, but not severe," he said. "Have you fallen recently?" She shook her head "no" and sighed heavily. "I suspect," Roberta began slowly, "that the angel who sits on that side is just really digging in - holding on for dear life (as it were)." The doctor chuckled and played along saying, "So the devil on the other one is winning, is it?" Roberta smiled then - a sharp, twisted little smile - and said nothing further.