My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

the side of the monitor housing, but his eyes remained fixed on the blank space of the wall behind the machine. He never once looked at the glowing green lines on the screen itself.

“Are the lab reports showing more of that degradation?” I asked, standing up from the vinyl chair.

Dr. Klein pulled a small linen cloth from his pocket and began to clean continue reading …