Reflection | Writer & Author Teresa Little
Reflection is a lost art, thought Virgil. He took a deep breath from the plastic tubing forcing air into his nose. His dry, cracked lips refused to smile, but inside his heart glowed with the warmth of memory. It was the one organ which never failed him as he remembered May. Kimberly entered the room quietly. Her brother, Paul, would be coming later. "Dad?" Her hand found his; she brushed it. The idea of holding a hand that had recently been so strong and was now frail tarnished the last of her strength. "You awake?" Virgil opened his eye and forced his mouth into a lopsided grin. "Ain't dead yet." He knew he shouldn't tease, but twisted humor was all he had left. "Paul came by." "I know, Dad, he'll be back later." She patted his hand, "Save your breath." "And Kimmy?" Her heart sank. "My Kimmy?" He inched forward in the hospital bed as if she were out of focus and moving would help to correct the problem. "May, she is my favorite. Do you want to know why?" Kimberly felt the lump in her