Alyssa reaches down and squeezes her mother’s hand, so frail and thin compared to the one she remembers from her childhood decades before. “We’ll get through this, okay? You and me. Like always.”
—-Stewart C Baker, Against the Dying of the Light
There is heartbreak and slim hope… and then there is writing about heartbreak and slim hope – which is something altogether different.
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from Flash Fiction Online