The Distant Joke
The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey curtain that turned the outside world into a watercolor smear of slate and moss. I stood at the window of my office on the fourth floor of the St. Jude’s Medical Center, watching the wipers of the ambulance below scrape back and forth, a metronome keeping time for a rhythm I could no longer feel in my own chest. The air in the room was thick,...
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