Sky blue, the kimono rustled as she shuffled by. There were white flamingoes dancing and preening on its hanging sleeves and all over the gown.
Inside there was little dancing. The shuffle was pain and misery. Pale except for the fevered flush of cheeks. The girl a shadow of herself, of the person she wanted to reclaim.
The days had dragged on and the end was still not in sight. She shuffled past the man with his mouth wide open, past the woman with cancer, back to her own hospital bed.
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© Farmer 26 January 1996