The night my father died, he was having trouble breathing, terrified. I held his hand and told him I’d return in the morning. Here I am.
David Galef is a shameless eclectic who publishes in seventeen genres.
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by David Galef
by David Galef
The night my father died, he was having trouble breathing, terrified. I held his hand and told him I’d return in the morning. Here I am.
David Galef is a shameless eclectic who publishes in seventeen genres.