The Visitation

This is absolutely brilliant.

Behind the White Coat

bare tree branches in the forest
She stood at the bedside, holding his hand. She was wearing tight jeans that cradled her back side just so and a warm, bulky sweater that still showed off her perky breasts.

He could not see her, how good she looked, but he would have appreciated it, I am sure.

The machines beeped and rang and whooshed all around. Everything was moving except for him. He lay so very still, barely breathing.

“Sam, I have to go. I can’t do it. I can’t be the woman who helps you get through all of this.” She sniffed, dabbing at a tear stained cheek with a crumpled up tissue.

I tried not to stare.

Still, I could not take my eyes off of them. It just seemed so wrong. I could have been her, given other circumstances.

She sensed it and looked over, fixing me in her gaze. I coughed uncomfortably, looking…

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