martes, 23 de febrero de 2016

Flash Fiction: Rose




Rose was leaving the hospital. I was taking my break when I saw her. She was wearing a large 
raincoat and has a little string with a paper in her toe sticking out of her flip flops. She walked down the avenue. I returned to the hospital and saw the patient’s documents. Rose had died 2 days ago.

-Antonio Emilio

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