Micro-fiction: 2 am Ineptitude

2 am Ineptitude

Awkwardly, Diane held the woman’s dead hand trying to slide off the wedding rings. Her skin, like cold clay, gave resistance. The gold circle spun,               a large document              , uploading. She looked away with sudden 2 am ineptitude. He stood at the bedside, his warm fingers over Diane’s were a rescue.

“I put them on,” he said, “I’ll be the one to take them off.”

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