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January 2019 #595

H:
(coughing fit that wouldn’t calm so I gave him strength to
quit it)  No – (spitting blood and finally
stopping) …. Darlin’.

Me:
I’m sorry I haven’t been here. Kal’s been home sick from
work. I wanted to visit but haven’t had any time to myself.

H:
You didn’t … miss … much.

Me:
Not the bloody point. I always seem to be in the wrong place
or time to help people. My father’s dying – not immediately but in increments – and it’s scaring me. And-

H:
(coughing blood)

Me: Fuck! (more strength to fix it)

H:
…girl? Can’t… can’t you love someone still living?

Me:
I can – I do. But none of them are you – which is rather a
defining factor as it turns out.

H:
(coughing) Girl… make your peace. With yourself. Your
family. (coughing) Go see your father.

Me:
It’s not that easy. I don’t have the papers or the money I
need. And it’s late. You’re exhausted and I’m getting far too upset by
everything. Sorry.

H:
Love you darlin’.

Me: … I love you to tears.

H:
Girl? There’s not enough bourbon for that.

Source: Tales of Necromancy

by cnkguy
January 2019 #595

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