"I've been painting the outside of the house the last few days... Trying to get it looking good. But I think the rats are back... I've heard scratching in the walls and Zeus keeps freaking out."
I smiled.
Or at least I tried to. But I think it's actually worked a few times. He'd told me, but the nurse calls it muscle spasms. Figures.
He talked more about the kitchen, about how he was still debating what color to paint it. It was so funny, how he'd been stuck on that for so long. Like he didn't want to be done with the house.
"Hang in there," he said when he left.
I wanted to say goodbye too. I wanted to tell him I'm trying.
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60 Days of Salt and Sand
Short StoryBeing published September 10th! "She wasn't floating when I found her. She wasn't exactly sinking, either... Just still. Deadly still. At least, I thought she was dead. But then I felt a pulse. And that was enough to get me to fight for her.'
