And then he felt it – the slightest squeezing of her fingers against his . . .


“Yes! That’s it, Lizzie! Work for it…can you curl your toes? Think about your toes, Lizzie.”

She blinked rapidly, as if the lights and sounds were overwhelming her. A tear leaked out of the corner of one eye, and then another, and another.

“I know it hurts. I know. I know, Lizzie. But move a toe. Just one toe, if you can.”


Topic: “Toil”


She tilted her face up and gently placed her lips on his . . .


Then the calm slipped in, soothing him like the faint brush of wings or the puff of a gentle breeze after a violent storm.


Topic: “Wings”