HISTORICAL FICTION BY Michael G. Malaghan

Chapter 143

Haru sat in the tiny waiting room of the Queen’s Hospital, mindlessly twirling her wedding ring around her finger. Watermarks from exposed overhead pipes hugging the ceiling tear-dropped the faded mustard-colored walls. A lethargic overhead fan swished the antiseptic-infused air as ‘ukulele music from KGU’s “Hawaiian Hour” program filled the room. Takeshi held his mother’s twitching hand in his hand. Across from them sat Tommy and Kenta.

Suddenly, the swinging door flung open. Everyone looked up expectantly. Dr. Tebbits had said the surgery would take at least another hour. Haru’s mind flashed. Had something gone wrong?

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