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Category: Revival

It Takes Time

He wasn’t dying. That is, he wasn’t dying as quickly as everyone expected. Dying slowly was one thing; dying alone was another. She hated the thought that he had to endure both. She pulled up a chair next to his hospital bed and reached across the flimsy white sheet for his bony hand. His body twitched. The muscles in his face contorted rhythmically, expressing smiles and pain intermittently. She didn’t know if the morphine was the cause or if he was comforted and tormented by eighty-four years of memories. She… Read more It Takes Time