“Jane, another one. Let’s go!”
It was time to move on to the next soul.
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TRAVEL The skin was smooth, bunched and misshapen around the knuckles. She stroked it, up and down from wrist to fingertips, waiting. She heard him take his last breath, a deep rattle that disgorged the spirit. A silvery mist floated upward from his torso, sprinkling light as it spread and faded. He had moved on. She gave his hand a last squeeze and headed to the door. She pulled off both sets of gloves, ripped the paper gown off and spread her wings quickly and quietly.
“Jane, another one. Let’s go!” It was time to move on to the next soul.
Mary Wallace
26/2/2021 03:07:51 pm
This year the angels have worked overtime. Nice piece.
Sue Clayton
27/2/2021 01:18:26 am
I hope one's sitting next to me when my time comes. A lovely travel story.
W. H. Forshee
27/2/2021 11:02:34 am
Thanks so much. Comments are closed.
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