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She would learn everything about it, she promised herself, and details will no longer catch her unaware. The books soldiered on, and she with them. By closing-time she was educated and heartbroken: She knew what it was. She knew it was incurable.
For Three Line Tales, week 135
Powerful writing dear Na’ama xxx
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Thank you! 🙂
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Oh, how heartbreaking.
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It is fiction but it is also probably reality for all too many, even if these days much of such self-educating might be done online.
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In most cases, by the time it is self diagnosed, it is already too late. For all the darker areas where technology has not yet become mainstream, people often sideline symptoms only to find out about them later.
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True. In this story, though, perhaps she had just gotten a diagnosis and is seeking to understand more about it…
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Wasn’t ready for that ending. 😦
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Perhaps neither was she … (and thank you for the comment, for it is exactly the tone of this micro-fiction piece, and I am glad it was communicated!). I hope you stop by again!
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