Fade: A Flash Fiction
She flickers. "Nonononononononono." My words blur like my typing fingers pulling up source code.
"I'm... tired, John." She puts a hand to her head. "I'm...dizzy."
Sweat beads on my forehead. "It'll be okay, honey."
There's an edge to her fading voice. "You're always working on the computer."
"I have a good reason." Keep typing. Keep debugging.
"Computer instead of me." Her voice is half-static. "You... time with me."
I look. Her eyes are 8-bit and translucent, and closing.
My wife, two years dead, derezzes again.
"I have a good reason." I start typing through the tears.
"A good reason."
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