General Fiction posted June 14, 2019


A sad one.

Watching

by Maria Jose Garcia


The hospital room was quiet and dark. It smelled of disinfectant and sweat.

The body on the bed was still, as if overcome by a deep sleep.

I looked at him. He was sitting really close, holding a cold hand between his, his eyes closed.

He looked extremely sad and very tired. Older than before...

I wanted to hug my husband and comfort him, but my newly-acquired ghostly form stopped me from doing so.


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