Here's my flash fiction:
He lived.
And because he's still around to adore when we seriously believed the old dude with the bad heart, liver disease, and bladder cancer would check out during surgery to remove a bleeding mass on his back, I am bailing on you to sit and hold the grumpy old man.
But look. Isn't his little spring green coat (hiding a wicked big incision) on point for the season?
