Assiduous Respiratory Therapy

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She drew back the curtains with all the care that wasn’t in the world. It was the only way she knew how. To stop the time. To restart his breathing.
(I could have that wrong – it might be, that she was the only one who knew how to do it. No one remembered. No one cared.)

The air was so thick with the calligraphy they had forced out of him. She uncurled it and  admired it in the twilight/non-time.  All things considered, it was still exquisite.

She had a new idea. And when he read her thought, he sat bolt up right, smiling.

 

 

25 thoughts on “Assiduous Respiratory Therapy”

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    S Francis says:

    Oh man! This: The air was so thick with the calligraphy they had forced out of him. She uncurled it and admired it in the twilight/non-time. All things considered, it was still exquisite.
    F’n Amazing!

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      saynotoclowns says:

      Thanks Steve! I’m so happy you think it’s beautiful!
      (Haha i love that you like not understanding it. You can read it how you wish…I imagined it in the future…and then I don’t really remember what else I was thinking…lol.)

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        Steve Simpson says:

        My pleasure. It leaves space for the reader’s imagination. I imagined extraterrestrial zombie vampires from the planet of darkness. Hold on, sorry, that happened while I was watching the news. And it wasn’t my imagination. 😸

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