The Lark
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The Lark

Bury Me in the Garden Where Roses Once Bloomed

Post-apocalyptic fiction

Image by B C from Pixabay

As I sit by Thaniel’s bedside, I watch the slow up-and-down rhythm of his chest. Sometimes I lose sleep just for keeping track of his breathing. Each breath is another flicker of hope that I will have him for another day.

The cough that rattles through his chest worries me, but there are no hospitals for miles. Even…

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Jillian Spiridon

Jillian Spiridon

just another writer with too many cats