Nicole Rachmaninoff
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Novelist, artist, traveller, foodie...
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The Shortest Day
The Shortest Day Fiction 1 She had waved a small frail hand at me as a quick goodbye. No hug, as she was going to see me again soon. We’d have all the time to talk later. She wasn’t much of a hugger, even through cancer. The next day I answered a frantic phone call from my dad saying I needed to come to the house right away. I never got to hug her and tell her I loved her. No goodbye. And she never got to start up a business, plant more flowers in her garden, cook new recipes, play more games with her grandchildren, read anymore mystery books, or look at trashy magazines with me, critiquing celebrity outfits while waiting in the chemo room.
By Nicole Rachmaninoff4 years ago in Fiction
Proof
Proof The sticky evening air waited outside dense with mosquitoes, but unwelcome air conditioning froze me within, as we’d sat for over two hours going over details from 7 years ago. Shifting on the rattan sofa, with stiff foam cushions. turning the glass in my hand around and around, fingerprinting it. You sat straight up on the kitchen chair quickly tapping your foot. You only did that in airports as seating was being called.
By Nicole Rachmaninoff4 years ago in Fiction
