Bedside Reader

‘We’ll be on the beach again soon,’ she croaked, through the tubes.

I nodded, hardly looking up from The Gruffalo.

So I waited. At the beach. Everyday.

For fifty years.

And realized not long ago, that I was the one running late.

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