Twenty-Four Hours
ShortStory 4,540 words Recommended by 3 award/anthology sources
"Six hours left. “What do you want to eat sweetheart?” She looks at me expectantly, holding out her phone to show me the menu. “It is your special day. I’ll get you anything you want.” I smile, shake my hands. “Eomma, it’s fine. You don’t have to do this.” “I know. But this is your favorite restaurant. Why not indulge a bit?”
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