55: Mint


January 26th, 2012 by y | Filed under 55, writing
butterfliesgreensolidwebready In this hospital room everything is mint-colored and between the little girl with the broken leg and the old man who is dying there is a thin curtain. They have never seen each other. Each night the little girl sings to the old man. He always wants to hear the same song. She doesn’t mind. tag_icon

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