Henry brushed the last shavings from the coffin he made.

Like a flower unable to blossom, lung cancer drained the life from his daughter’s tiny body.

Pain stopped for her, but not for him.

His nicotine-stained fingers touched her pale lips.

Victor Paul Scerri

Victor's stories have appeared in Ariel Chart Literary Journal, and Flash Fiction Friday. 


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