One scoop chocolate, one scoop blood.

I went inside the intensive care unit and felt the humid air. Everyone--mum, Paulie, Randy and grampa--was there. I approached dad's bed and leaned my right ear to his mouth.

He was asphyxiating, and there's no doubt he's going to get through another day. Yet, his words echoed through my head like a whisper resounding inside a cave.

I told him I just did the regular errand and took care of some things for him. He stopped.

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Unkempt_Dreaming over 8 years ago

Haunting and beautiful.

artleviste (joined over 8 years ago)

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flash fiction

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mafia story

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One scoop chocolate, one scoop...
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