The Last One - By Andrew4Handel
"I'm dying" said Gerald it took a moment for the words to register in my brain. I happened to glance at the clock that moment and it seemed as if the hands had frozen. I found myself looking intently at Gerald. He looked so healthy so I felt utterly confused. But then I remembered hidden illnesses. I forced some words out of my mouth to break the brimming silence.
"This is a photo of your great uncle Gerald" said Aunty Nancy pulling a faded photo out of a book. He was a very Handsome young man. Famous for being the Last person known to have died of Cancer. He was a close friend Of George Whitby the Prime Minister who dedicated his autobiography to him.
"Even though I was dying" Gerald Wrote. "I felt more sorry for George his face looked so bleak". "There's a comfort in knowing someone cared deeply about you and will miss you."
George Dropped the Diary abruptly at a rush of unwelcome emotions and he felt as if he had trespassed into a most intimate space.
He caressed the book before tossing it into the open fire and the privacy of his mind.
"This is a photo of your great uncle Gerald" said Aunty Nancy pulling a faded photo out of a book. He was a very Handsome young man. Famous for being the Last person known to have died of Cancer. He was a close friend Of George Whitby the Prime Minister who dedicated his autobiography to him.
"Even though I was dying" Gerald Wrote. "I felt more sorry for George his face looked so bleak". "There's a comfort in knowing someone cared deeply about you and will miss you."
George Dropped the Diary abruptly at a rush of unwelcome emotions and he felt as if he had trespassed into a most intimate space.
He caressed the book before tossing it into the open fire and the privacy of his mind.
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