Call It What You Want

I walk into the room and see her lying still on the bed. It's about time, she has been in this state of stillness for over a year now. Brain damage, brain tumor, accident, something. I always come up with something to get what I want.Call me what you want.Alice meets death in this short story.New Upload: 14th-04-19 An avid reader. Lives in Lusaka, Zambia. Love cats and writes short stories from time to time. You can contact him at andremwansa7@gmail.comAndre', writes for pleasure. His and yours.