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The patter of raindrops...a red ribbon gliding in a summer sky...treetops swaying.
A man’s last breaths and the last beats of his heart, fading in counterpoint rhythm.
Bobby’s eyes burned with the pressure of tears. He tightened his grip on Omar’s hand as the old man struggled for breath. “Do you see things when you listen to this?” he said.
Omar nodded as he gasped for air.
“What?” Bobby’s own breath caught in his throat. “What do you see?”“There’s...” Omar fought to eke out the words. His voice was tiny as the squeak of a mouse. Bobby had to put his ear to Omar’s lips to hear it.
“There’s...another life...” In. Out. “...after this one...” In. Out. “...and man...it’s full of...jazz.”
Out.
