Postcards from Heaven by Artyv K
The last signs of the living were recorded eighty-two days and seventeen hours ago—a glove hand pressed on the glass panel of Ameo’s west wing exit; a pulse rate of ninety-four; mild case of eosinophilia—yes, that’s how I remember her. There were no protocols administered. No imperatives. Macau’s voice is barely audible when she whispers … Continue reading Postcards from Heaven by Artyv K