I awoke.
The last thing I remembered was a searing pain, and Matts face.
Now he stood over me, white as a ghost –
I spoke:
“You look as if you have seen the devil!”
He had always been such a practical person.
As I reached out to touch him, he slipped from my grasp.
I went to catch him. My hand landed on the phone curled in his palm. It showed a photo.
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