Inhaling Her
Fifty-word story [1]
Blaise watched his wife from the cabana. She was ankle-deep in the Caribbean, collecting seashells - a perfect memory.
When he gulped the thin mountain air, trapped in an icy crevasse, he inhaled her. Hypothermic, somewhere above Camp 4, he'd surely die. But the summer breeze would take him home.
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