The Meaning We Seek
ShortStory 1,023 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"In the pre-dawn light she lies in bed, gazing through the window at graceful trees silhouetted against a turquoise sky. The air is still, the pretty room orderly and calm. She lies motionless except for her eyes, the soft blue quilt rising and falling with her breath. At a hundred years old, breath is shallow. It will not be long now."
Content warnings 1
death
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