A Final Favor

Final moments arrive, joining us in a room without windows. Cool air squeezes through a slotted vent, shoved from behind by an unnecessary air conditioner. The scent of disinfectant lingers. Overhead lights strain to hum a hollow hymn. With minimal room to move, Sandy and I drift within overlapping circles. Black boots drag across clipped carpet. Save for the hum from above and the sound of our shuffling feet, the world is hushed. Office-grade furniture fails in an attempt to deliver comfort. The furniture – a small couch and an unused loveseat – are beige. On a mismatched end table, plastic water bottles stand at attention, guarding an open tissue box...

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