NIGHT COMMANDER by Mark O’Neill
September 30, 2009 Short stories Tags: Mark O'Neill
For the last hour or so, I have been waiting for my daughter to show. She’s supposed drop by with my medication and some groceries, and she had better do it quick, because the cupboards and the refrigerator are damn near empty. I look at the clock and it reads ten A.M. She always comes by at nine; it even says so on that dumb “Memory Board†my nurse has posted in every room of my house. “Friday at nine A.M.-Jenny visits.†(more…)
