It’s a miracle my husband survived. That the chemical accident gave him continual youth.

But eternal childhood is our burden, for I am old.

Soon time will make him a lost boy.

Clear minded, I recreate the accident.

So he will never be without his Wendy.

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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