A Life’s Reconciliation
It’s well past midnight when the Card Carrier enters the hospital room.
The daughter is sleeping in the uncomfortable, faux leather corner chair, her mouth open, softly snoring.
She wakes as the Card Carrier opens the door.
Her father, a very old man, is lying in the hospital bed, connected to machines through a spider web of wires. He is breathing heavily and haltingly; some who are familiar with death would say his breathing is a death rattle.