In Winter’s Grasp

beauty after the storm...

what winter brings (feb. 2013)

Riiing. Riiing.

Maybe she’s not home. 

“Hello?”

“Hello, may I speak with Mrs. A?”

“Who is this?”

“This is Soapie, a nurse at the clinic…”

“Oh,” he paused. “She died,  a few days ago.”

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