This is my Short Story Sunday inaugural post. What does that mean? Every Sunday, a short story will be posted for your reading pleasure. I'll invite authors and readers to share a short story as well. Are you up for this challenge? Do you know someone who might be? Let me know.
"You'll be okay," his small, breathy voice, filled the cold room.
A quick inhale helped ground me in place. Everything hinged on my reaction to his words. He needed me. Perhaps not as much as I needed him in that moment and for every agonizing moment after that.
"How do you know," I asked, my heart splintering into shards of regret and sorrow.
"You're stronger than you think you are."
I laced my fingers through his, fearful that I'd never feel the warmth of his skin again.
"What are we going to do without you?" The tears I'd fought to …