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The Red Lunchbox

The voicemail lasted only twenty-three seconds. “Hey, sweetheart…” There was a pause. “I know you’re probably busy.” Another pause. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” A faint chuckle followed. “Don’t worry about calling back… The Red Lunchbox

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The Untouched Tray

The lunch cart rattled softly down the quiet hospital hallway. Every room held a different story. Some patients watched television. Some slept. Some waited for test results that could change their lives forever. For Denise… The Untouched Tray

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