by rdbennette1,255 words, short story
In her hour final hours... Maybe what's important in life is discovered in death.. The author, a screenwriter, writes screenplays and stage scenes dealing with human emotions.
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Excerpt
INT. - HOSPICE ROOM - DAY JASON enters the room and sees EMILY lying on the bed. EMILY What are you doing here? JASON I heard you were sick. EMILY So you came to gloat? JASON Why would I do that? EMILY 'Cause I once said I'd dance on your grave. JASON I almost forgot about that. Was it gonna be the foxtrot or the waltz? EMILY The Irish jig. JASON I guess I would've deserved that. EMILY Twenty years of my life with you. Wasted. JASON Come on. Some of it was good.