The Final Hours

She made a promise to him to end his suffering; then, the tears began to stream down her face. Never did she want his life to end in torment. Sage got off her knees; praying didn’t seem to work anyway, and then she prepared to call the end-of-life counselor. 

Sage knew the tabloids would have a field day with his skeletons coming out of the closet. She knew she would also have to listen to the gossip in their circles. The gardens beckoned, and she began wandering to block out her thoughts of impending doom.

Her dreams were dying today.

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