**Short fiction based on a true story**
“Where’s my fringed purse? Don’t let anyone take my fringed purse.”
“I’ve got it, don’t worry. I’m literally holding it.”
“Ok but be careful because if it’s not snapped shut then all my stuff will fall out.”
“It’s snapped shut and it’s secure.”
“Alright, but keep it with you. You have no idea how many compliments I get on that purse, it’s a highly desirable accessory. It’s from a British-Moroccan company, I forget the name.”
“Relax, everything is fine.”
“This place smells disgusting. Like urine, vomit and desperation. I’m so humiliated.”
“Don’t worry, no one is judging you.”
“Someone *literally* just stared at me like I was a sad low-life who had hit rock bottom. Though at least my purse makes me look less pathetic. I mean that’s the power of a good accessory, a great purse or a pair of stunning shoes can literally change your life. I…”
“Sir if you could just move to the right, we’ll get her on the stretcher. Are you riding with us?”
“Yes I am.”
“And he’s bringing my fringed purse with him. Don’t let him forget it. I’m feeling better anyways, maybe I don’t need the stretcher. Plus, I kind of like it down here. It smells gross but the cold tiles feel soothing. Maybe I can just lie here a little longer?”
“Ma’am, we’re bringing you and your purse to the hospital on this stretcher. Why don’t you just try and relax.”
“Okay, I’ll try, though relaxing is not my specialty. I’m more of a go, go go person, you know?”
“Could you please stop talking and let them do their job?”
“Alright, Jesus. I’m the one picking up god knows what diseases from the subway platform, you’d think you’d be nicer to me.”
“If you don’t stop talking I will leave your fringed purse here.’
“That’s cruel.”
“Mr. Paramedic Tom, you said your name was Tom right? This is my first ambulance ride, it’s a little exciting, you know? Like with the lights on and everything, swooshing through the streets…”
“Well, if you’re lucky, this will be your last ambulance ride.”
“Good point. You are very nice. Thank you for being very nice, I appreciate it. I’m just going to close my eyes for a few minutes.’
“Good idea.” Tom said.
“Ma’am? We’ve arrived at the hospital.”
“Thank you so much.”
“Paul, do you still have my fringed purse?”
“It’s right here, don’t worry.”
“Oh thank God. I see a man over there, barfing and that other guy looks like he’s shooting up. People do drugs right outside the hospital? Oh God, those poor souls. Tom, I think you and your partner need to help them, I’m fine. They need you more than I do, I can walk into the hospital with Paul.”
“Ma’am, just let us finish our job, okay? We can’t take you off the stretcher, we’re not allowed.”
“Oh, sorry. Sorry to be a pain.”
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”
“Paul, can I have my purse? I just want to hold it.”
“Here, I’ll rest it next to you on the stretcher.”
“I feel like I’m passing out, even though I’m already lying down. Why did I collapse like that? I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Everything is going to be okay, it’s all going to be okay.”
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