My Contribution to Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers community.
If I Could Just Have A Moment More by Elise
The white arches looked like bones supporting grand wings. Lofty heights and imagined places of faraway made the man smile. He sat quietly in the back of the atrium on a small bench, unnoticed. He clutched the brief case in his hands tighter and continued to wait. The sun was beautiful today. Everything was; every sweet breath of air was a painful reminder.
tick tock tick tock
The brief case was shaking in his arms. He thought of his wife, and her relentless optimism. If only she was…No. He had to focus.
His cell phone began to ring.
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