The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-17 22:55:05 -

The rain hit the glass. A steady, gray drumming. I sat in the back of the ambulance. The red lights spun. They painted the walls in waves of blood. My hands shook. I wrapped them around the portrait. It was small. A framed piece of cardboard. A child’s drawing. Crayon on paper. A sun. A house. A stick figure with no face. My father’s face. Or maybe mine. I couldn’t remember. The paramedic,...

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