Kiss the hand you cannot bite, the sign in the art gallery said. I’ve spent the week wondering, What if I don’t want to? What if I can’t?Read More
Just like that, as I stood there watching, the man’s soul left his body. He was still sitting up in bed, his eyes closed, his head wrapped in gauze. He looked like he was sleeping, and his body was still warm. But he was dead. He was gone.