The River

The man sat beside the river.  The morning sun made the river orange and alive.  His wife would not live.  He had asked the doctor who looked down and said, “We’ll try everything.”  His wife sent him away this morning.  Ducks swam haphazardly with the current.  Small buds clung tightly to tree branches.  He would go to the hospital today even though his wife would not live.  It was all he could do; he had to go or he would forget who he was.  He would kneel beside her bed and smile and pray.  She would grasp his hand.

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