Persistence Can Be Fatal

Short story of a hopeful husband

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“I have it now, the words captured, the scenes so clear in my head. Doc Whelan doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’m fine, right as rain, with a script to prove it. I see the protagonist, or is it the villain? Only I know for sure. Keep them guessing, right? But the fade in is cool. Listen to this. Margaret? Are you awake?”