The Memoirist
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The Memoirist

Death’s Teeth

Have the last laugh

Photo by Diana Polekhina on Unsplash

We attended hospital every day for weeks until death was so imminent we could not count on it to arrive during daylight.

Now there was no hope, they moved her to a room at the far end of the corridor, far away from the nurses’ station. We took turns keeping nightly vigil.

It was a nice room on the corner of the hospital with big windows overlooking…

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