SWANS DON’T ALWAYS SING
Aug 05, 2021
2 minutes
Flash by Wendy BooydeGraaff
Illustration by Jon Lim
n one of the many double rooms along the long hospital corridor, she finds him lying in the faded blue gown, his body disappearing into generic sheets, his face the same as always. He doesn’t speak. She holds his hand. He reaches toward her, a
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