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By Trent Jamieson
Sep 29, 2018 · 2,211 words · 9 minutes

A Trip to the Fairground

Photo by Harpal Singh via Unsplash.

She is going to die.

My first waking thought. I reached to touch her, my fingers weighted with a hesitancy that had settled in our relationship over the past eight months. Evelyn lay next to me, skin warm and her breathing deep and constant. I set my heart to those breaths.

It seemed more dream than reality. A cruel and empty dream to be discarded by the opening of morning eyes.But it was not. I reached for my notebook and spoke it on.

“She is going to die.” I whispered and watched the words...

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