Microfiction

8/7/2016
Waldog



     He knows his wife has gone,
not by the altered sounds of
the machines meant to drip and
breathe and ease and tease the
life back into her, but by the
loosening of the nurse’s shoul-
ders, her small step back, the
breath in that moment before
her eyes meet his.


What Passes by Jennifer L. Freed



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