“The Final Word” – Flash Fiction by Cate Touryan The child on the doctor’s table lay motionless, her eyes wide, her breaths shallow, not unlike her father now, eighty years later, lying in a hospital bed, seeing again that dimly lit room. Now . . . This content is exclusive to members of Cate’s Crew. To get the password, please subscribe to Cate’s Quarterly and check your email. Password: