Not Quite Dead Yet

by Holly Jackson

There was a click in his throat, too mechanical to really sound human, something breaking that might not be so easy to fix. Metal screws and wire mesh wouldn’t do.

I’ll probably die without once hearing you say you’re proud of me, but that’s OK. I think you’d have been proud of the person I would have become after this week, because of this week. And even if you aren’t proud of her, I am. We’ve come far, she and I.