by Nels Hanson
Ah, how often we know only half
the story! Yesterday in the grocery
store I saw the mother of a young

disabled woman I knew from gym
before my wife got sick. As a girl
an awful wreck damaged half her

brain, diagnosis grave, “incurable.”
Physicians wanted to withdraw all
life support and harvest the healthy

14 organs. The mother said no and
flew her daughter around the world
to foreign doctors and many healers

until the hopeless child could speak
and read, write, and walk with cane.
How did they pay the endless bills?

On their ranch they found a fossil,
wooly mammoth’s brain, first one
discovered intact. Amazed Oxford

and Stanford experts proved second
undetected Ice Age from old neurons
of ancient stone and worth a fortune.

Nels Hanson grew up on a small farm in the San Joaquin Valley
of California and has worked as a farmer, teacher and contract
writer/editor. His fiction received the San Francisco Foundation’s
James D. Phelan Award and Pushcart nominations in 2010,
2012, 2014 and 2016. His poems received a 2014 Pushcart
nomination, Sharkpack Review’s 2014 Prospero Prize, and 2015
and 2016 Best of the Net nominations.