Flash Fiction: Legacy

I got better, but my mentor was dying of the virus. Worsening, her final signs were of love and facility codes.

I buried the last human.

The day after, I freed the other gorillas.

I teach her legacy. My children and tribe thrives signing her silent speech.

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