The Quiet End of Us
When had he become the man who didn't even notice her illness, who failed to see the pills she swallowed daily for her pancreatic cancer?
The reasons no longer mattered. Only the outcome did.
Joanna closed the door behind her and left.
The streets were covered in fallen leaves. The chill of late autumn filled the air, and the few pedestrians hurried along, eager to reach the warmth of home and family.
Joanna walked slowly toward the hospital.
After today, her life would end peacefully. She couldn't think of anyone left to miss.
At a crosswalk, the light turned red.
She stood still in the cold wind, counting down the seconds as if counting the final moments of her life.