Time Flies

Steven Jeffrey

They gave him three months, three years ago.

We still never found the

time.

No hard feelings.

Just many, many years without any

contact.

Where do you begin?

“Hi. It’s your sister. Remember me?

So I hear you’re dying.

Pancreatic, huh?

That sucks.

So…uh…what else have you been up to since the mid 90's?”

* * *

“Hi. It’s me. Your brother.

Sorry we haven’t spoken

in a couple of decades.

Time flies, huh?

Whatcha been up to?

Oh, me?

I’m dying.”

No hard feelings.

Now

we’ll never have to say

goodbye.

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