By Cangus
The nurse moves to fluff Grayson’s pillows, but I do it instead. She looks at me, then at his chart, sighs, and walks away.
Grayson stirs. I check to make sure we’re alone before laying the title deed on his lap.
His son will soon come. He’s next of kin and I’m not, but I know precisely what Gray wants.
He wakes for a few precious seconds.
I wrap his fingers around the pen, his hand a feather, and say, “Sign, baby.”
He drifts off as he does.
I picture holding a pillow over his face. It’d be what he wants.
If we ever dine together remind me to switch our plates before I take my first taste.
Loved it.
🙂 Appreciate you taking a look Dante A Murray. Thank you.
Love conquerss all! Yet again. Jerry
In some ways, yes. 🙂 Thank you for indulging me glkamens.
Powerful ending. Good one!