Flash Fiction: The Healer

I write a note with shaking, old hands. I start the spell.

The dying child is so young. She deserves as many long years as I have seen. Memory drains away as I give her all but seven of them.

I don’t remember who wrote the note in my shaking, young hands.

She does.

 

 

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