I’ve been thinking a lot about death recently. I’ve been thinking a lot about hospital beds and how horrible it would be so see someone you love hooked up to machines to keep them breathing. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been able to get Rachel Swirsky’s story “If You Were A Dinosaur, My Love” out of my head.
Or maybe it’s just one of those stories that sticks with you.
I read this when it first went up at Apex Magazine in March, and since then I’ve read it twice and thought about it a lot. There’s something so simple and beautiful about it… Anyway, just go read it. You’ll see what I mean.