Pablo
When an old friend dies, they always leave something of themselves in you.
A sudden jolt like an electric shock jarred me back intoconsciousness, my hand still clamped around the old man’s palm; but now it was still and lifeless. Across the bed the heart monitor registered only a flat green line. Suddenly the warm comforting glow of the room’s night light was replaced by the harsh white light of a medical emergency. Medics seemed to be everywhere; I hear the instruction ‘CLEAR’, then the body on...