Running
Tristan Soulsby-Monroy
I have lived a long life and now lie waiting to die. From my
hospital bed, I look out the window to the twilight sky. I close my
the hospital, to my wife as she gives birth to our son. I make it
handed to his mother. We smile, hold him, and each other. I open
and falls, cutting open his leg. Blood pours from the wound. I
gets twenty stitches. He asks to go play when we get home. I open
my eyes and look out the window. The sky is dark. I can see the
R
off the lake illuminating us. We stop and check our watches.
few steps. He thrusts his chest out as he crosses the line, breaking
hugs me back. He puts the trophy on the mantel. He leaves it with
us when he moves out. I open my eyes coughing violently. Every
call button. The nurse comes in.
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