2 Quotes by R. Garcia Vazquez

It wouldn’t end too quickly. The final hours passed among memories and prayers and shadows. When he called to us, we all thought we were dreaming. It wasn’t a word we could understand, if it was a word at all. It was more a gesture, a faint entreaty, a request issued from a dream. He barely moved, if he moved at all. He barely spoke, if he spoke at all, and yet the three of us rose to our feet in response to something we may have collectively imagined.

As they approached she turned her head suddenly and looked at me as if I were the source of some new sound only she could hear. I thought perhaps I reminded her of someone, or that she sensed in me a shared consuming need neither of us could fully articulate.