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“I’m sorry, sir. You already paid, the wheelchair is yours. No refunds, no returns.”2
“He doesn’t need it anymore,” Greg said, even as he signed the slip of paper. 3
The two men watched in silence as the Hospice nurses –true angels, Greg thought – left the room, followed by the wheeled stretcher carrying his father’s corpse. 4
Author notes
This is a nanofiction, or 55 word story. It's exactly 55 words. The inspiration came from an ad in the paper, selling a wheelchair that was never used.
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Well, I think this was a pretty good nanofiction. Not that I've read many. Still, you made an interesting story out of a newspaper add.
Great job and keep writing!
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Hooray Nanofiction!
But the last sentence, –true angels, Greg thought – left the room, wouldn't the hyphen read better as a semicolon? -
.........omg.....freaky and I like it! Makes you wonder what happen to him and it's also sad!
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